Ever since I could remember, I've always had a thing for black guys, and it's not an easy thing for an Arab woman to admit. The family in which I grew up is profoundly racist, although they would deny it to no end if queried on the subject. There isn't supposed to be any racism in Islam, that's the fairy tale being preached in every Masjid from Yemen to Leba...
(Thanks to PokingFun for her editing on both this and last chapter - sorry PF) (Thanks also to Bryan, Charles and John for help with feedback and ideas and this and last chapter) *The Titanic was sunk by snowflakes that fell long before mankind first forged iron* *Yes* I had made the pledge to abandon my society. The message deleted itself. "Who was it?...
As far back as I can remember the way that magic works is in three ways. One is belief in the power. Most people don't believe it rests within them, and they suffer for their ignorance by being blind to it. Two is the actual ability to make the power flow in your blood. Many martial artists can tap into the power to make their bodies and minds strong, yet th...
*PokingFun...she tells me things I need to hear* *The Sniper, the Bodyguard, the Genius and the Student - you know who you are and I thank you* *Sorry, no sex this time around. In fact, I don't think there is any sex in Chapter 8 either. There is some in Nine, so if you can hold out...* *If you save a thousand, you are soon forgotten. If you save one, you...
All That Glitters: Notes The 'Notes' chapter is a reference chapter on the 'All That Glitters' series. Unfortunately, since this chapter is upgraded based on the latest chapter, if you are using this ref while reading an earlier chapter, you might run afoul of spoiler material. You have been warned... © bigtddybr September 2020. This series 'All That glit...
(Usual Disclaimer Time: Even though this story almost entirely takes place in a high school setting, all the characters in this story are 18 years old or older, and since we're living in the wide wonderful world of porno-land here, where clichés roam free and things might get a little unrealistic from time to time, please remember it's all in good fun. This...
Day Four continued. Day Five "So," said Rose a while later: "How're you feeling?" "Blitzed," I said. "Completely and utterly knocked out. And sore." "Understandable," said Rose. "But you did yourself proud in there." "Did I?" I asked. "I thought I made too much fuss." "Chloe: I've seen girls kicking and screaming and crying their eyes out during their i...
London Heathrow, March 2010: "Passengers on BA flight 237 to Damascus, please make your way to the departure gate A10 for boarding." Suhair took one finial glance at England and headed to the departure gate, unaware of what would greet her when she arrived in Syria. Suhair Abdul-Hamid was 25 years old with long black hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. She was...
Days Twenty-One to Twenty-Four The days began to resemble one another, each as monotonous as the one before and the one to come. Slopping-out; breakfast; shaving inspection; using the bucket; lunch; dinner; shaving; lights-out: all these punctuated by short periods of daily exercise, and long periods of lying down, dozing, rubbing, filing my nails to the qu...
[This is a continuation of my previous attempt in writing a story. It is about Komal, an Indian housewife aged twenty-nine, whose one act of transgression leads to a process of further transformation and the next step from being a faithful wife to gradual infidelity and promiscuity even though there is some reluctance in the beginning. Her life is on the thr...