Tucking my son Anwar into his bed, I stand there for a moment and sigh. Thank Allah for my husband Suleiman and our son. Anwar is a little miracle, his caramel-hued skin practically shining even in the dim light, his curly black hair framing his little face like a crown. My beautiful little angel. Come to bed mamas, a deep voice whispers into my ear as stron...
When the message appeared, Shay was in a relaxed butterfly pose, coral manicured toes touching, knees splayed wide. Deep breaths inflated her naked abdomen, per the instructor's soothing suggestion. The message, arriving with an accompanying, jarring alarm stirred Shay from her meditation, punctuating the melodious piano music. Confused, she slowly drew her...
Chapter 1. To the Country “Hey Jim,” dad called, “you’ve got an invitation from Cleo to go and spend some time at Ivy Cottage.” “What? Why’s she inviting me?” “Oh, the last time I wrote I mentioned you were going to do a course in agriculture, so she’s written – well, here’s the letter, you read it.” Sure enough it was an invitation and part of it read,...
This all started with Margie. She was so embarrassed about accepting a date with me, she invented a background story for her friends. She told them all that I was a descendant of Charles IV of Luxembourg, the Holy Roman Emperor and King of Bohemia. Totally unprovable and utterly false, yet it enthralled her circle of friends and suddenly I was the hottest ma...
I hope people enjoy this. People who post these stories are looking for many things. I just enjoy comments, and knowing people enjoy the story. * I would like to know, if you do Jack/Jill off that the stories help. If, as you are enjoying yourself, you peal another layer of the dark onion of desire in the back of your mind, and think to yourself "wow, if o...
Sandra had never done ecstasy before. She'd never done a lot of things she did that night. After all, she had grown up a sweet shy girl with a bed time. She played the violin like her sister was forced to. She had never been allowed to have a boyfriend. Her father would have pummeled any boy who laid an eye on her for more than three seconds. Now she had...
We were very young when we married and hubby's job didn't pay much. I think when this happened I was maybe 19 or 20 and hubby is two years older. I was a skinny little blonde girl trying to look sexy for my husband and anyone who would look. This story is about the only time I worked. Come with me to the tiny town south of where we lived in the mid west. I...
Rebecca had gone until the ripe old age of 27 without a car. She couldn't afford one, and didn't need one. Now, at thirty, she adored her little Volkswagen Beetle, and savored the road trips she took with it, but for around town it was still walk, bike or occasionally skateboard. A fit, attractive thirty year old woman who could handle a skateboard was too s...
Carorna took up the call, "Let the ceremony continue." This was the time when the two hundred male worshippers could choose of the three hundred Priestesses, including the Attendants, a woman to take the part for them of the Goddess and the ceremony would broaden to include most of the worshippers. The four male Priests whose duty to guard the Giver was fini...
So this is the story of the first woman I had sex with when I moved to Germany. It's true though I have changed names and location details to throw off the scent of anyone that may know me. I'm an Afro-Latin man and this was when I had just turned 19 and was assigned to go to Germany and work in a city right off the Rhine. This was in the mid 90s and during...