Brian's voice rang true and clear in the packed auditorium. 'Hey girl, I don't want you to cry no more inside. All the money in the world could never add up to all the love I have inside... I love you.' Then the rest of the group joined in, their voices carrying right to the back of the packed auditorium. The concert was going great and Jennifer couldn't hav...
Karina lay still and pretended to be asleep until Richard left their bed the next morning. She listened as the men mounted their horses and left the camp. She waited a few minutes more just to be sure they were completely out of sight of the camp. Then, she hurriedly dressed in a comfortable dress. She had found a pair of boys' pants in a laundry basket the...
Late afternoon sun streamed into the parlor through tall windows, and it cast a warm glow over the two occupants of the room. Richard sat wedged in a corner of the settee with Karina cuddled in his lap. Contentment lay like a heavy mantle around them, as he stroked her hair and placed a kiss on the top of her head. "Ah Richard," Karina said with a dreamy si...
L Dalitha and Salim were wrapped together in Salim's bed: Dalitha's dark, small body entangled in Salim's chocolate, long lithe frame, legs intertwined, breast on breast, sweat dripping onto sweat. Dalitha was again exhausted but still insatiable, a young appetite for sex that Salim found very difficult to keep up with. She could still taste the slightly so...
Dawah, it's the duty of every Muslim. We must spread Islam, by the word if possible, by the sword if necessary. And by any means at our disposal. My name is Aasiya Rahman and I'm a Somali gal living in the City of Minneapolis, Minnesota. I was born in the Puntland region of Somalia, but my parents, Farshad and Alina Rahman moved to the U.S. when I was real y...
I can't remember the last time I dated a female from my community, and honestly, that's just fine by me. My name is Antoine Leonard Joseph, and I'm a young Black man living in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec. I was born in 1987 on the island of Haiti, but moved to the Confederation of Canada with my family in 1990. I've lived here ever since. We fle...
The sun was setting in the desert sky. The intense heat that had greedily torn the sweat from my body turned to the sharp edged cold that pierced every pore and twisted itself downward until it infused itself into my bones. I cursed my cockiness; I had spent my last dinars on a couple of pints of flat stale ale instead of a jerry can of gas. My contact had a...
The interstate well behind us, Linda and I caught our first view of the Turnabout Institute, its Victorian architecture and beautiful grounds occupying a bucolic hillside. It had once been an exclusive upper New York state resort. The July weather was perfect, giving everything a sheen of warmth and comfort. After five years of marriage, curiosity had gotten...
Copyright 2008, 2009 hammingbyrd7 Chapter 1. Time: Friday, December 21, 2018 4:05 PM EST, nine kilometers northeast of Burlington, Vermont "Are you sure you know where you're going?" Jada looked at the driver with only a tiny hope of getting her roommate to give up. Once Emily had her mind latched on an idea, she had the tenacity of a Maine lobster ho...
I had been working too hard, and as a reward I gave myself a week away. I am single and work for myself. I played hard but because work had been really busy. There had been a couple of one-night stands, all pretty good sex, but I hadn't spent quality time with anyone. I chose a resort in the islands, not cheap but easy for me. I turned up, got my keys, showe...