I sometimes wonder if perhaps Iblis the Djinn was justified in his hatred of mankind when he defied the Will of Allah and refused to bow before Adam. The Creator favors us but we are such a wicked breed, are we truly worthy of His mercy? My name is Bilal Ansari and I am a Muslim brother living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Sometimes the conduct of my fello...
Forgive an old man his fantasies: it may be all he has. The sudden rainstorm caught them on the balcony while they were watching the sunset and they rushed inside. "Only in Florida can you have rain and sunshine at the same time," said Joan. "They call them sun-showers," said her girl friend Carol. Charlie went into the bath and brought out three towels...
Note: I thought about putting this in the Gay Male category, but the characters aren't really gay, just drunken frat boys. I also thought about putting it in Anal, but it's not totally anal. So it's in Group Sex, but I wanted to alert anyone who might have a problem with either of the above two topics. Also, this isn't a quick wank story. It develops, so sti...
Mike hated going to the Emergency Room. There was always a long wait, incompetent ER techs, receptionists asking stupid questions and a disinterested part time ER doctor who didn't want to be there anymore than he did. He'd been sitting in the treatment room for almost half an hour in a stupid paper gown; all he needed was a half a dozen stitches in his left...
They say you can never go home again, and I guess in my case that's all too true. The name is Abdulaziz Hussein and I'm a young man living in the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario. I was born in the town of Jeddah, in the Western coast of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, to an Ethiopian mother and Saudi father. A year ago, everything in my life was going so we...
It was a warm and sunny Saturday in July so I followed my usual routine. I showered and shaved and after surfing the porn sites, I had some lunch then put on my swimming trunks and sunglasses and headed to the apartment complex pool. Every time I walk through the pool area I am conscious of the looks the girls give me. Or to be more precise: the non-looks....
To live according to one's ruling passions without fear or shame, what greater freedom could there be in all the world? My name is Halima Abdirizak and I'm a young Somali-Canadian woman living in the City of Montreal, Quebec. I was born in the environs of metropolitan Brandon, Manitoba, to Somali immigrant parents. My whole life I've felt like I had a foot i...
I'm not a professional scribe, but beginning to understand what writer's block might feel like as I'm trying to figure out where to start. Guess I should begin with my personal story, and go from there. I'm in my early fifties, a for-hire professional in the Defense arena living in the DC area. About twenty-five miles west of DC, to be a little more exact. I...
It would have been a working class neighborhood, except hardly anyone who lived there worked. It was built in the prosperous early sixties, a suburb of a large Southern city. It was a bedroom community. About ten miles out from the city. The low slung ranch homes didn't look too prosperous now. The trees and shrubs planted by the builders were now tall and o...
The insane author, Jenny Jackson, sat on a bench near the corner of 39th and 7th Avenue in New York with a yellow legal pad across her knees. The swirling snowflakes of late December danced at her feet as she watched her character, the Private Eye, Harry Dick, across the street. Harry was dressed as a Santa Claus bell-ringer. Ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling... J...