As Salam Alaikum, people. The name is Mariam Mourad, and I'm a young Arab-Canadian Muslim woman living in the City of Orleans, Ontario. I'm five-foot-eight, slim, with light bronze skin, brown eyes and long black hair. My parents, Ali and Amina Mourad moved to provincial Ontario from our ancestral hometown in Nabatieh, Republic of Lebanon, during the tenth s...
At the end of Chapter 2, Marianne went to bed with Marcus and Susan. The story resumes the next morning. ========== Chapter 3: Mr. Washington At around 11:30 am, Marianne snuck out of Marcus' back door and into her own. The house was quiet, and there were some dishes in the sink. Nathan had been and gone, and had left a note on the kitchen sink: "Came hom...
It was 9 PM on a cold Tuesday night and I was sitting at a bar on the other side of town. I had a date set up with a married man I'd first met online. It wasn't really so much a date, as it was a quick get together for sex. We've had sex twice before and most likely this will be our last encounter. I was no longer looking for a relationship or an emotional c...
The most sacred titles any woman can hold in this life are wife and mother, I thought as I proudly watched my daughter Catherine stand in front of a podium and deliver her valedictory speech to the hundreds of graduates at the convocation of the Sprott Business School of Carleton University. It's a bright Sunday afternoon and the City of Ottawa, Ontario, is...
This was not going the way Diane had thought it would or should. Basically nothing, and yet everything, had changed in their marriage in the last six months. She watched him now, sitting on the sofa, drinking a beer, unshaven, and between picking his nose and scratching his ass, she wasn't sure what his biggest pleasure was. At least he was fit. There was...
Listening to Imam Yousef Kader's sermon and hearing him condemn Western society for its many excesses, I nodded along with the rest of the brothers. At the Sal Al Din Mosque of West London, England, we were used to harsh sermons from preachers whose views often seem at odds with the times in which we live. Hearing them speak about the decadence of the societ...
[There is violence in this story. Consensual violence. There is also a threesome, woman to woman sex and discovery. The women in this story like pain. If you don't want a story where a woman or women like pain, don't read this story. Pain can be a powerful fetish.] * "Did I hear you correctly?" I asked. "I'll say it a different way. All my life since I wa...
In a past life, my name was Christine McCain. I was born in the City of London, England, to a family that didn't really practice any religion. My mother Abigail Rosenberg comes from a Jewish background and my father James McCain comes from a Christian background. By the time they had me, they were both Atheists. I attended Cambridge College for Business Admi...
MINOTAUR: A dialogue concerning Adultery {Thank you, CRaZy, for Voluntary Editing, and help with the sexy bits} * * * * * The Proponents are: Minotaur, an active Dominant and Sadist. Socrates, a philosopher and a very, very cool Dude. The narrator is Plato, a disciple of Socrates and his most fervent admirer. The nickname 'Minotaur' is taken from the...
Amanda had thoroughly enjoyed her life since graduation. With her outstanding academic performance, she'd easily landed a well-paid job in a big firm and soon had herself a new car and a big bank loan for a small townhouse. She'd been able to stay in the same city, which was good because she wasn't far from family and friends. As an active, trained sexual su...