You're no son of mine! Those were the first words which left my father's mouth when I finally told him my truth. My name is Nidal Abdul-Jabbar. I am twenty years old. I study business administration at the University of Ottawa in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born in the City of Khobar, Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, but raised in the Confederatio...
This is chapter 1 of the untitled series. One day I will be creative enough to come up with a name but for now this will have to do. Each chapter is taken from the point of view of a specific character, it will all start to come together in the future after the characters have all been introduced through their respective chapter. As in the prologue, this is...
Authors note: This story is meant as an introductory chapter to a longer story I am tinkering with. This is by no means a stroke piece neither will you find pornographic illustrations included. If that is your thing please find a different author who is more your style. This will become a story of supernatural creatures and dark themes, again if that is not...
It is amazing the number and variety of friends my stories have generated. In the novel Animal Farm, by George Orwell, he states that all animals are equal, but some animals are more equal than others. I feel the same about the friends my stories have given me. While they are all special, one is more special than the others, and I thank her for these last fe...
I had met him when I was younger, but I was again introduced to Pietro Cohen. He wasn't as pretty as me, but what a hunk. When I might otherwise have had the inclination to swoon, what I was thinking was, "Bask in the warmth of your presence as a rose resumes its growth when revived from the chill of the night by the morning sun, and be nourished by the sou...
*Thanks to Alwaysready64 for editing and contributing some snippets of this story, and to HellCat_Sundry for her two cents. *All sex described in this story will be between consenting adults, 18 or over. * This is a long story. It's a story first, that happens to have erotic content in it. There is no sex until half the story is complete, so don't bother...
Cassie sighed and stretched her legs under the table, feeling her muscles protest as she arched her feet to stretch them out. Stifling a yawn, she looked at her watch. It was 9 p.m., definitely time to go home. She began saving all her designs and unfinished work, putting her files away and clearing the clutter on her desk. Once she was done, she picked up h...
Friday after work, Jessica decided she'd had it with working from home. She decided she would make the drive up to visit her parents. She felt it was time for some human interaction...the kind that didn't involve getting off any number of cocks, not that she minded it. She discovered that she had a craving for cock that could only best be described as the b...
If you're not 18 or older please take a look at that red x up in the corner... yes far right corner. Hold your mouse over it until it's highlighted. Click it and it shall direct you to where you ought to be. If you're 18 or older...enjoy the story and if you haven't yet read the first chapters of the Texter, I suggest reading them before diving into this st...
Based on my life: Names and places have been changed to protect privacy. Yes this stuff is all true, I cant imagine trying to make up crap like this! My first boyfriend had very fair skin. Where I could stay in the sun for hours and turn a dark brown, poor Ken despite the sunscreen would turn into Lobster Boy before my eyes. Twenty four hours into what was...