As Salam Alaikum, my people. My name is Khadija Suleiman and I'm a young Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I was born and raised in provincial Ontario, but my parents, Ahmed and Alia Suleiman hail from the beautiful and culturally rich Federal Republic of Somalia. The ancestral homeland of our family. I'm a second-generation immigrant, I gu...
Here is the next chapter finally. I've had a little bit of writers block that's why it took so long. Thanks again to Silverfox for editing. Without him the story wouldn't flow as smoothly as it does. Comments please tell me how you liked the story or what I need to fix Thanks Jen Note: Baka means Idiot in Japanese **************************************...
We met Elle that fateful summer night, at a garden party. I begged Jay to go with me, thinking my 6ft badass of a boyfriend would roll his eyes at going to a fancy outdoor function to raise money for the community gardens. To my surprise, he agreed, dressing up in a suit and tie. He put on dark sunglasses, and I couldn't help but giggle. "You look like yo...
I am a switch. I don't know if I like being a switch, I feel like my conscious rational brain prefers to be the dominant. My primal sex loving unconscious brain however takes full control whenever a dominant girl gets me horny and this sometimes creates inner conflicts inside my brain. I am a 20 year old college student, a fan of science and scepticism and h...
Baron Bartholomew cracked open the door of his daughter's bedchamber. Like the Lord's prayer, it was a dawn ritual he had developed after the death of his eldest son. He gazed upon the young woman in proud silence, watching her chest rise and fall under the rich silk sheets he had brought back from Palestine. Christine looked safe while locked in her dreams....
Author's note: After many months spent on a project of futa novel, I decided to clear my head with a short story. The self-imposed rule was to write as fast as possible, without the painfully long rewriting and overthinking I usually indulge in, and then to see what happens. I hope the result is readable. Feel free to tell otherwise in the comments. Given...
Lying in a warm featherbed is King Rhaegar Targaryen, your father. He smiles at you and takes a deep breath. “Jaehaerys. My son. I have something to tell you” He croaks wearily. “What is it, father?” You ask, stepping closer to his bed. “I want to give you some advice for when I pass away.” Rhaegar has a serious look on his face, and you know this advice wil...
WARNING! This story is full of non-con, forced impregnation, misogyny and other dark elements. If you are not a fan, then you should turn back right now. Please remember this is just a fantasy, i don't condone rape. Also, this is my first time writing anything, so i'm sorry if the story doesn't flow well sometimes or if mistakes happen. I'm still new and lea...
Diana and Jesse awoke together, still entangled on the couch. They blinked their eyes and looked at each other, then glanced around. They were in Diana's house, her dog, Lolita, asking to be let outside. She arose and opened the door for her aging pup and returned to her lover's side. "I had the strangest dream." "I did too. We were almost ten years younge...
An abrasive train whistle cuts through your gentle sleep. As you groggily open your eyes, you see the familiar antique decor of your private train compartment. The bench across from you is empty. You sigh: it's been a while since you've had any kind of company, human or otherwise. Hopefully, those administrative privileges and the sexual endurance pill the p...