If you not read pt1 this follows on a bit. This does not relate to anyone I know but I wish it did as this would never happen to me. ***** Previously I told you how I was able to hypnosis one of the girls in work called Becky who never spoke to me unless there was something wrong with a piece of work she had, otherwise I was invisible to not only her but...
Is there something wrong with me? Why do I feel like this? Every time I see a pretty gal walking by wearing a Hijab I get an instant boner. The name is Lucas Abdullah Wallace. I was born in the City of Odessa, Texas, to a Jamaican-American father and Lebanese Christian mother. My parents, Esther Abdullah and Luke Wallace met while at the University of Housto...
The City of Ottawa, Ontario, is experiencing the first true heat wave of the summer in mid-June, and it is a beautiful thing. For Zahra Said, a native of Al Bahah, Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, the summer heat was most welcome. She'd been living in the Canadian Capital for a decade, ever since her father, Mohammed Said, fled Saudi Arabia after being found guilty...
"Doc, I have sexual fantasies about my co-workers, both female and male," Suleiman said, smiling, his characteristically deep voice resonating in the office. Dr. Marcia Rosenthal nodded, bracing herself for another monologue from her freakiest client. The big and tall, openly bisexual Haitian Muslim stud leaned back in his chair. Even though he was acting ca...
"Sometimes, it feels like the whole world is against me," Yusuf Sharif said to himself. Sitting on a bench inside the Bayshore Shopping Center, one of Ottawa's busiest malls, Yusuf watched folks walking by. Even now, he was aware of subtle changes happening within himself, and in his perceptions. A certain awareness, of sorts. For a long time, he wished it w...
I take you by the hand and lead you into the bedroom. With the lights turned off I move close to you, letting my fingertips run up and down your arms...ever so slightly...barley even touching you. I make sure I am far enough away that we are not touching at all...just my finger tips running up and down your arm. I slowly lean in to kiss but just brush my lip...
"You can look, gentlemen, but you definitely can't touch," Soraya Bintang said to herself, as she checked her reflection in the mirror, in a quiet corner of the boudoir. All around her, the other women of all hues who worked at the club bantered, as they got ready, and she dutifully ignored them. Tonight's show had to go perfectly, otherwise Soraya was going...
Man, I simply love Somali ladies. That's why I used to chase them every day. Until one of them caught me, that is. My name is Stephen James Odom. A big and tall young African-American man living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born and raised in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. The first day of February 1987. These days, I attend Carleton...
This is a continuation of Take Courage, where James is deciding whether to tell his wife about his dalliance on the train with the delightful Leila. I try and write in a way that is as much about understanding the characters as it is about the exceptional sexual escapades they enjoy. Feedback welcomed, thanks for reading. RB ***** As I walked up the path t...
Family, what's up? Ares Jean-Baptiste is the name, and according to my parents, and the Miami-Metro police department's traffic cops, I'm a bad apple. I don't think of myself as a troublemaking sociopath, rather, I envision myself as a free spirit. You see, a long time ago I figured out one of the great secrets of the universe. Life is funny, you see. I was...