Okay, so it's been a long time since I've added to my story list. Call it the stress of my bitch-wife throwing me out of my house because she wants a divorce. Oh, well. That shit happens. This story is long. If you have read my other stuff, that's a given. No, I'm not going to split my shit into sixty-nine parts to keep your hands and socks busy. There's...
CHAPTER ONE -- PREPARING THE MASTER'S WIFE Bagoas strode confidently though the courtyard of the Taourirt Kasbah. He was a powerful personage in this Palace. Physically powerful, because he was careful to keep fit by exercise, unlike many of his peers; mentally powerful, because his youthful experience had hardened his mind until now concentration and focus...
When most people look at me, they see a six-foot-one, lean and dark-skinned Black man with curly Black hair and light brown eyes. They make all kinds of assumptions. I'm presumed to be some kind of criminal simply because I am Black and male. I'm also presumed to be a potential threat to national and even global security because I come from a Muslim backgrou...
After twenty years in exile, I returned to my native Nigeria, with my son Omar James and his mother, Afaf. In the old days, just like today, conflict between Christian and Muslim were at the forefront of national politics. It needn't be this way. I was born into a Christian family, and I firmly believed in the Lord Jesus Christ and the Gospel. While living i...
CHAPTER 7 In which our heroines set sail on the Cerulea and encounter the Barbary pirates A few days later our time at Oakleigh Hall was at an end and we returned home accompanied once again by Lady Oakleigh and Miss Burnley. The summer passed and still no word came from my father. We amused ourselves by trying to spy on our guardian and our governess but...
I was in my office late one night, tidying things up and marking some tests when someone knocked on my door. I have been teaching CNC Programming at our local Tech College now for four years. Naturally, I have met an awful lot of people. Some wonderful and some, well, not so wonderful. Many fascinating individuals, more than enough to have collected some wei...
The life of a bisexual man is seldom easy or simple, but mine is more complicated than most. The name is Suleiman Mehdi. I was born in the City of Casablanca, Morocco, to a Moroccan father and Somali mother. Growing up a biracial man in one of the Muslim world's most beautiful and famous cities wasn't easy. Even though Moroccan society is fairly tolerant and...
Mix of modern-day and fantasy adventure with F/F romance, poetry, and eventually some smut. Hope you enjoy it! * * * * * Rafi and I had been friends for years, but there were still a few things I hadn't figured out about her. I knew she was a fellow nerd—we'd been playing Dungeons and Dragons together for five years—and I knew she liked cats and sci-fi, an...
"Hmm, what if I skipped work today?" Sam Camara asked himself as he rode the 95 Cambrian bus leaving the suburb of Barrhaven, Ontario, for the east end of Ottawa. After the recent changes in the bus lines and schedules, this latest bus now stopped right in front of his townhouse. Even this early in the morning, the bus was packed with all kinds of folks goin...
Is there anything wrong with a Muslim woman having sex with a Christian man? Absolutely not. If Muslim men can stick their dicks into anything that moves, what a Muslim woman does with her pussy is her own business. Especially since a Muslim woman's pussy is, by law, her own personal property. My name is Mona Farouk, and I approve this message. I don't belie...