"I like you a lot but I think that we just have completely different tastes in things." She said to me as we sat over dinner and I was about to be dumped. "What do you mean.we have very similar tastes; we like the same movies, the same music. Damn, we are almost a carbon copy of each other." I said to her not so much pleading as confused. "You don't unde...
Katie Thomson looked out of the aeroplane window and saw the city of Hamburg spread out below her. The young English woman was very excited about her weekend trip to Germany's most hedonistic city. The final year of her postgraduate economics degree had proven to be very demanding both in terms of time and energy, and Katie rarely seemed to have a chance to...
Note to reader: This is a full and true account of my first experience with a professional dominatrix. This happened in September of 1997. I wrote this story a day or two after the session. I am publishing it here for the first time. My only changes since I wrote it were to correct spelling and punctuation errors. This is the type of experience you are likel...
i leave the house around 8 PM, telling You that April and i are going to have a girl's night out. i can't remember what i tell You we are going to do, it doesn't matter as i plan for You to discover the truth upon my return. i am nervous as i prepare my face, worried that you might question why i was making up my face. To be normal, i ask for your help pic...
Chapter Two: A Day in the Life of Tranny Dominatrix Chantel Waking up into another morning where this transvestite dominatrix gets to dress up and enjoy her life of toying with sub men and sissies/crossdressers. Working hard to get my femme look down over the last couple of years prior to operating this Dominatrix business, I enter my very lady-like powder...
Obviously, I don't own Star Trek, it's characters, copyrights, or settings. This is protected parody/fan fiction. * Holodecks and Transporters. Those two pieces of tech give us more trouble than anything else. Keeping the holodecks of Earth from eating the spoiled inhabitants of the Federation's capital world, its leaders and Starfleet officers, is my job...
I know that I will receive endless condemnations for writing this. Especially from my fellow Muslims in the Ontario region of Canada. However, I must tell my truth and live my life. My name is Siman Labaan. I was born in the town of Bur Salah in the Mudug Region of Somaliland. My father Muhammad Qadir was of Saudi Arabian descent and my mother Aziza Labaan w...
"Honey, I'm going away with my brother Rob this weekend hunting. He wants to know if you can look after Kate while we're gone." I raised my eyebrows from my book and looked at him. "Does your brother trust me enough?" I asked. Mike laughed. "I guess he does. Oh, and Kate's friend is going to stay with her too, to keep her company." My pussy twitched slig...
Aaralon was nervous; he was not only disobeying conventional wisdom by attempting a summons but he was flaunting the strict rules of the boarding school by doing so. He was twenty years old and had been in College of Light Shadow for the last fifteen of them, he couldn't really remember what his parents looked like and all that really seemed to matter about...
Tightly bound, with a long glass dildo sticking out of his ass, macho Somali-Canadian Muslim stud Ibrahim Kader was finally where he was born to be. For ages the six-foot-tall, masculine young Northeast African Muslim had been fighting his submissive urges, until someone taught him to accept himself. Ibrahim Kader, proud Muslim brother from Somalia, raised...