Chapter 1 The Parade Outside **Characters and text are protected under copyright law Disclaimer: This story is not meant as 'erotica', but dark adventure-fantasy. It may contain material that sensitive readers might find uncomfortable. Please be advised. Beyond the open window, the late summer air was thick with the sounds of the parade out in the city s...
It was a Saturday afternoon, the high tide of buying and selling at the Nimitz Road Flea Market. I walked straight through the entire lot towards stall 137, where Sheila kept her shop. When I got there, the door was pulled down tight, and I could hear strange noises coming from inside. In two seconds I knew what the sounds were, even though I had never heard...
Interview 4: Farah the Predator Don't fuck with me; it's a simple set of instructions necessary to have a happy, healthy life. But honestly that may not be enough, I'm a fickle mistress and a predator, if the mood takes me I will take you. I'm asked sometimes why I do cut my hair so short, why do I make an effort to appear so androgynous. In my youth my ha...
I will return to some of the other stories that I've partially completed. This was something that flowed today. I hope you enjoy. Please take the time to vote and comment. Feedback is always appreciated. ***** We'd arrived. It was my birthday present. With a spring littered with health problems and other relatives' birthdays, Isabelle and I had decided t...
Author's Note: 3 in one month?? Who would have thought...LOL seriously I'm really excited for this story. I'm determined to finish this story. Don't worry Complications lovers; I'm going to finish that one as well. Although I may take it down and rewrite it completely. To me the story is being set up very cliché-ish and I don't want it to be that way. I want...
Twenty-four didn't seem too young at the time. The way she tells it, he had no choice. She had decided to marry him and he was just along for the ride from the start. In his mind it was somewhat different than that. It was true, she was intelligent and funny and he enjoyed spending time with her but in his mind, even now, after twenty years together it wasn'...
What happens in Montreal stays in Montreal, if only that were true. My name is Nadiya Caliph, and I'm a young Moroccan woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. My parents, Mohammed and Farah Caliph sent me to study at Carleton University in the Canadian capital from our hometown of Beni Mellal in Central Morocco. I'm living far away from home for the fir...
Rachel - Right now my life was in mortal danger and I didn't even know it. I was doing my best to help my husband and if that meant throwing Grayson under a bus. Fine. Anyway, I knew now that what Jim and "his people" had told me was probably much more the truth than not. My new life was nerve wracking in ways I had never expected to ever have to experienc...
Still buried deep inside Anna, I kept feeling her pussy lips kissing me on my member over and over, her body shivering, her lips still holding mine never intending to let go anytime soon. My mind was hazy, not knowing what was what. Where was I again? Right, in infirmary. What am I doing? I had my eyes closed, my mind racing, unable to perceive that Ann...
Arab men hate seeing Arab women with non-Arab males, and these fuckers are racist as hell even though they will deny it until kingdom come. So I know when they see me with my new Haitian-Canadian lover Marcel, they want to tear their eyes out. Makes me shudder with pleasure just thinking about their reaction. The fact that Marcel is a proud Christian with a...