Is there something wrong with me? Why do I feel like this? Every time I see a pretty gal walking by wearing a Hijab I get an instant boner. The name is Lucas Abdullah Wallace. I was born in the City of Odessa, Texas, to a Jamaican-American father and Lebanese Christian mother. My parents, Esther Abdullah and Luke Wallace met while at the University of Housto...
"Great...the last thing I want to deal with now is a party. Maybe if I slip in through the back door I can get upstairs to bed without being noticed." John said. John parked his car along the street since the driveway was full. He walked quietly passed the side of the house being sure to duck as he passed the windows. John managed to get through the back do...
Stan was getting hot. He'd been laying on the beach in a secluded cove for a while now and the glorious sun beating down out of a cloudless azure sky was working its magic on his skin. Stan couldn't remember the last time he'd felt this relaxed and as he lay there soaking it all up his mind naturally turned to the subject of sex. God he was horny! He'd come...
Her Dirty Secrets from Her Lover and The Naughty Chef It began as a usual Saturday in the big infamous oval track town, racing capital of the world, home of the black and white checkered flag, the Indianapolis 500. Deanne was extremely tired. She had talked to her friend with benefits, her lover, in NYC through the night. Slowly over a period of about four...
As Salam Alaikum, people. Shaima Lokuron here. I am a South Sudanese Muslim woman living in the Deep South, working for Walkerton Engineering Incorporated, a prominent civil engineering company headquartered in lovely metropolitan Atlanta, Georgia. I graduated with a civil engineering degree from Georgia Tech and was fortunate enough to find work in my field...
Thanks for grogers7 for his patient editing of the story. * I lost my body armor one piece at a time. First, the neck brace -- and it felt very good to be able to move my head unimpeded. It cracked a lot with my first few movements, but then, I felt free -- from the upper chest to my lower jaw, that is! Then came the nose bandage a few days later. Mary...
Hi there. Welcome back once again. This is the last planned story in the Conversations series, and once again, I've tried to put a new spin on that devastating discourse between spouses; here looking at the question of trust. Trust is a vital part of every relationship. It's one of the three legs of the stool that is marriage - take one away, and it topples....
I knew enough to realize I'd used my memories of Peter and I to shield myself from the horrible truth. I had the day to myself, accompanied only by the listlessness of a kind of depression seeping in over me, and I saw the day speeding away. I wanted comfort so badly. I wanted to buy a big packet of chocolate and go and see a film. Get away from everything...
"Look at yourself." She thrashed her head from side to side trying desperately not to see, but she couldn't drag her eyes away. Away from her centre, her core, that thick patch of hair, the hair she'd grown to hide her abomination, her shame. She couldn't bear to look, but couldn't drag her eyes away. Her cunt, that gash, that purple and red bruise of flesh...
Ghost on the Wind, part 2 It may not seem like it initially, but this is a love story. Some time ago I wrote a story called Ghost on the Wind about a man who suspected that his wife of twenty-five years was cheating, got the evidence that she was, and simply disappeared from her life. He moved six hundred miles away and started his life anew with no discuss...