I've felt for a long time now that I should give my perspective on the events and theories that have developed surrounding my wife Diane and our marriage. First of all, as her husband, I take absolutely no credit for her professional work, and won't attempt to add to it. As a PhD, her academic research is hers and hers alone, no matter if I drink Black men's...
As Salam Alaikum, dear readers. In a past life, my name was Rhea Thorne. That's not who I am now. I am here because I have a message to share with you. And also because I have a confession to make. I am a former racist and an ex-feminist. I am both Canadian and a proud Muslim. There, I frigging said it. I was born and raised in the City of Calgary, Alberta....
In the year 2099, the world changed. A group of powerful men conquered the world and united it under one rule. The leader of these men was the Supreme Emperor. The Supreme Emperor of the Planet Earth was an openly bisexual black man who had a myriad lovers, both male and female. He believed in sexuality, peace and harmony. So, he outlawed all the problems of...
Warning; this is not a fun, entertaining graphic encounter story. When I posted the first part of these memoires, I'd meant to enter it under 'non-erotic', as I know it's not what many come here looking for. It showed up under BDSM, and I'm not sure if that's because I pressed some wrong button, somewhere, or if someone along the way thought better of my ide...
Life can take us in many unpredictable journeys. Take me for example. My name is Amira Anisah Rafiq. In another life, my name was Greta Von Rossbach. A six-foot-two, lean and athletic, blonde-haired and blue-eyed Caucasian woman living in the City of Riyadh, in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. I have been living there for more than twenty years now. I'm the wife...
In the continuing austerity afflicting UK, the previous administration had formed a loose voting alliance between the neo-conservative religious right and the increasingly feminist run left. The policies introduced included tighter controls on all television broadcast to the UK, not just terrestrial channels, to such an extent that nudity and swearing were c...
Markus Haverhill was a man used to getting what he wanted. He was the son of Leonard Haverhill, founder of Haverhill Enterprises. He was heir to a multi-billion dollar fortune. On top of that, he happened to be a six-foot-two, 200-pound, black-haired, blue-eyed Caucasian male in his late twenties. He had it all. He lived in a million-dollar mansion in Los...
Edited by Rosmarina (whose advice and assistance are much appreciated) Please do not reproduce this story without permission. == Chapter 8 == I wanted to distract my dear friend from her feelings of anger and loss. As I sat on my knees next to Chloe I took off the still half-unbuttoned dress I had been wearing since we left that bastard Bryan at the cafe....
This is an opinion article. Although I write about gender roles for men and women, I do not discriminate against my LGBT friends. They too can choose a role in a relationship that best fits them in how they identify. What I am merely speaking on is traditional foundations. I hope you enjoy and I really appreciate the feedback and what you what like to read f...
Billy was a wimpy boy who tended to get himself into a lot of trouble. He was scrawny and only 5 feet 2 inches. Billy was the only man in his family. That was if you could even call him a man. He was of age though. The girls seem to like him in a puppy dog short of way. They found him cute like a little toy. Billy was smart but didn’t speak up for himself th...