Jabir "Jay" Ali and Mohamed Al-Nahyan grew up together in the Overbrook area of metropolitan Ottawa, Ontario. This was the hood, a place teeming with minority types, especially Somalis and Arabs, and the rest of the Canadian capital turned its nose on the area and those who dwelled there. This was a no-go area as far as 'decent capital dwellers' were concern...
"I'm so bored." Her text had said. "Me too." I answered. I was bored. Not just with my morning. It was boring to be sure, but I was bored in that deep existential way that middle aged men get bored. It leads to bad things like golf, sports cars, and younger women. I had already tried golf, I preferred oversized luxury cars to the harsh ride of a two-passeng...
She was his Maitresse. There was no doubt about it. She was his lover, she was his friend, she was his darling, honey, babes... whatever. Even when she switched she was his Maitresse. She knew that. But right then... she didn't feel it. Right then she was nobody's Maitresse. She was dominant to nobody. She was a slut. She was a bitch. She was game for whatev...
Jason Storm was one of the few passengers to look well rested, as United flight 070 disgorged it's tired travelers at London Heathrow. 8am in London, 3am back in New York, and a true red eye for most, though Jason had slept almost the entire way, fully flat in the 900-thread Egyptian cotton of Executive First. It was the first flight in a long time he hadn't...
I was in Dubai for business. I was essentially a salesman for a company that specialized in medical equipment for hospitals. Nothing terribly exciting, but the pay was decent and I got to travel quite a bit. I wasn't cruising around the world in first class by any means, but the companies would put me up in hotels for the trip. I loved this since it gave the...
This is my first attempt to write a story in Lit, i thank Mr Todger65 for taking his time for helping me. This is a short one written based on a forum discussion on massage for females. ***** Story of a Massage You're lying on your tummy wearing a white robe with your head to one side on the massage table as I enter inside the room as planned and switch o...
As Salam Alaikum. My name is Afaf Said. Tell people that you're from the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia and they make all kinds of assumptions about you. The one I hate the most? Oh, simply the part where I'm supposed to be oppressed, and also filthy rich. Somehow, when I think of an oppressed person living anywhere in the world, I don't envision them being filthy...
This is why I'm hot. I'm the six-foot-tall, brown-skinned and dark-eyed Afro-Persian beauty you can't take your eyes off as I stride through the Boston University campus. Clad in my long blue winter jacket over dark blue jeans, my hair covered by a fashionable White hijab, I look hotter than most of the bare-headed Infidel chicks you see walking around downt...
Chapter Six: The Porn business Marilyn had taken Ella to her favourite London wine bar, tucked away in a courtyard accessible only via a secluded alley at the foot of Pentonville Road. For anyone other than the regulars, it would have been all too easy to miss the entrance altogether. But then its privacy just added to the feel of exclusivity that oozed out...
The following story is fiction, written purely for entertainment purposes and not based on any actual event. Please enjoy reading: "Jilnar Jardaly's Kinky Sex Games" ***** Hey guys! The name's Johnny. Looks like some lucky bastards have scored big time with that gorgeous Arabian news anchor Jilnar Jardaly. I'll bet my left nut nobody's experience come a...