I keep hearing that Muslim male submissive types in the world of BDSM are hard to find, and I laugh at the kinds of people who say these things. Yes, there are Muslim women in the world of BDSM, and I'm proud to say that I am one of them. My name is Sulafah Faeed, and I'm a young woman living in the City of Toronto, in provincial Ontario. I'm mixed race, bor...
Daylily woke lightly as Hoyt stirred behind her. The two were still spooning in their sleep, the magic of their mutual love refused to die down after a month of being together. Hoyt opened his eyes as Daylily turned her head to greet him. The two substituted a sleepy kiss for words as their arms adjusted around each other. After a few more sleepy moments of...
Readers will remember from the previous story, that Snowdrop had a secret little pond some miles away from her village. She found this place when she was little, and became lost far from home. At age eighteen (or so), she shared this place with her dear friend, Snapdragon. As is natural for Snowdrop and Snapdragon, they ended up in some girl sex-play in this...
Chapter 03 - The Toy Box Challenge Mike shuffled his feet on the way back to his desk. His lack of focus apparent in his slow gait, idle hands, firmly resting in his pockets, and constant sighs let out with seemingly every other step. Some of his co-workers noticed his lethargy, and unwillingness to get back to work, but simply shrugged and wrote it off as...
I live in a small town in Kenya, called Machakos, about sixty kilometers from the national capital, Nairobi. A couple of weeks ago, I went to make a telephone call at around 9:00pm in the evening. Most of the telephone booths in town were not working so I ended up at the G.P.O. There was only one booth that was working, and a curvaceous, voluptuous nymphet...
This is the story of how one high school teenager fucked all the pussy he ever wanted to. Maxwell King was a high school student with money, good looks and too much free time. He transferred to Milligan High School when his father was promoted. Good old dad was a sales rep for a software firm that handled government contracts. He traveled a lot and was r...
To my defense, when I had entered that bar that night with my friends, I didn't know the true purpose behind the shady looking place and to this day, wish someone could have at least told me. Warned me of my impending doom, not so much. Just told me what this place was behind the smoke and mirrors. To me, it looked like a crappy bar that was off the beaten...
Two months. That's how long we've been here, in Amallhia. A lot has happened over those two months. My father went through his contacts and managed to find someone in the black market, who was able to install a new RFID chip into Demetra's arm - a process which I never saw - and help her avoid detection. I've reconnected with my friends - I had only be...
This was going to be a special weekend. Julie's parents were going up to Vermont for a few days of skiing. They left mid-day Friday and weren't going to return till late Sunday. The fox was going to raid the henhouse! Julie and I planned to get together after my work and her classes on Friday evening and spend the weekend together at her folk's house. I go...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. I do not make money from these stories. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work. ****************** Los Angeles, California A series of loud booming sounds were audible moving across the black marble stone floor. Across the room...