They all appeared at the High council where they saw Cheyenne in a long white gown, with a white canopy veil that surrounded the bed from the ceiling to the floor, everything was all white as she laid there looking so angelic and at peace when they saw Roger sitting in a chair by the bed where she laid. Two men led them into the room Roger looked up at them...
"If someone fucks with you, fuck them up them real bad. Even if you have to take a bit of pain yourself, if it takes them down, do it." Not exactly the motherly advice you'd find in "Homemaker Monthly", but advice I've remembered for almost twenty years, told to me on my first day of elementary school. It helped me through the tribulations of my schooldays...
Kelly, From what you and Miranda told Greg and I later, you actually did go into the bathroom intent on getting cleaned up for us, so that you could both be fresh for our next group go. And you did get clean, for a litte while, before getting dirty again. Really dirty. The bathroom is a large room that has a long counter with double sinks down one side wit...
In part 1, Greg posts a selfie in his ex-wife's panties to lure a man's man on an adult dating site. To his delight, he meets Drew, who talks lightly but carries a big stick. Earlier in the afternoon, Drew unloaded in Greg's mouth, with the promise to return that evening to take care of unfinished business... ***** It was approaching 10 pm and three candle...
My name is Amelia Barnes and by my own admittance, I am an ugly chick. I stand six feet two inches tall, decidedly heavyset and weigh two hundred and ninety eight pounds. My skin is jet-black. My body is thick, my hips are wide and my boobs are huge. And last but not least, I've got a fat ass. A huge and round bubble butt. What they call a ghetto booty down...
There are two red washcloths on the table. My eyes are drawn to them the moment I walk in the door. My red satin skirt swirls around my ankles, and my hands come to rest over my hips on the matching red satin tunic. My pulse quickens as I meet his baby-blue eyes and ask: “Tonight?” “Yes,” he blurts out, his eagerness almost child-like. My eyes rake over h...
She was a little white chick I had wanted to bone for a long time. She was one of those too damn sexy bitches that make most men drool just by walking into a room but she was married to a biker friend who had placed her strictly off limits. I knew her story, she was one of those teen virgin types that he picked up when she ditched her boyfriend after her hig...
Are there lesbians in the Muslim world? A lot of Westerners ask themselves that question. I sometimes want to shake the fools, seriously. Since men and women spend so much time apart in Islamic communities, situational bisexuality runs rampant among both our men and our women. It's simply not discussed out loud, that's all. My name is Latifah Qassim and I am...
Gently I kissed Wajiha Fahim on the lips as we stood inside the quiet, secluded park in Vanier, Ontario. I've wanted to do this for so long, I told her breathlessly. Wajiha smiled and kissed me back, hugging me fiercely. There we were, just a couple of young people in love, hanging out in a park at night. It was raining quite a bit, kind of unusual for the C...
You see me walking down the street, wearing my Hijab and long robe, and you make all kinds of erroneous assumptions about me. I am not oppressed, I am not a religious freak, I am not a terrorist. I am a Muslim woman, pure and simple. Get that through your head. I have the same thoughts, feelings and needs, whether physical, emotional or sexual ( yes, Muslim...