1 "Dude," one of the guys in my dormitory stairwell said as I returned from breakfast the Friday morning before spring break, "there's a cop in your room! You're busted!" A chorus of laughter and voices echoed down the hallway of the old stone building. "Whatever you did, you're fucked!" Little did they know how correct they might be. I just might be spend...
By Philip Johnson Preface Company functions. They might be called employee recognition teas or award banquets. Or, it might be an annual picnic. The larger and more successful the company is, the more elaborate and expensive the function will be. In some cases, they are a great experience, but in many cases it's an obligation that must be endured...
The transformation of an Egyptian girl brought up with traditional values and ignorance into a modern emancipated woman. As part of the research for my studies in archaeology and Alexander the Great I decided to spend some time in Alexandria, Egypt. The fact that my name was Alexander was not coincidental. He was my hero. There are enormous areas close to A...
As Salam Alaikum, people. My name is Nadia Ali-Adeluyi, and I'm a Somali Muslim woman living in the City of Gatineau, province of Quebec. I work as a nurse at the local hospital. I graduated from the University of Ottawa with a Master's degree in Nursing in the summer of 2009. I am happily married to a six-foot-tall, handsome Nigerian Muslim brother named Ka...
A quick author's note for anyone that liked the first part of this story: Sorry the next instalment took so long. It ended up being harder to write than anticipated. But the ball is rolling again and by the time this finds its way onto the site I should be nearly finished the third chapter. There might be later follow ups but I want to draw a line for now an...
Chapter one Samantha and Karen had set up the two meetings; they were both with friends of theirs, both with domme tendencies. My role was purely to take notes, at the first meeting I was introduced to their friend Louise as their secretary which I clearly found embarrassing, both Karen and Samantha both appeared to inadvertently used the word 'she' rather...
This is the final part. There will be a sequel, which I've been working on for a while. There's still lots of my favourite fetishes in here, so if you don't enjoy that sort of thing, please find another story. Comments and feedback welcome...all characters are well over the age of 18. ***** Finally, on Saturday the 3rd of October, Marion got her way. She...
What was Lataa's sentence? The Empress Dowager was the one to come up with it, and the one to enforce it. One, Lataa would spend twice the amount of time imprisoned that Inka had, and in the same cell too, and also with the same physical treatment applied every day. Two, once Lataa was released from the cell, she'd be sent to her apartment and not allo...
**This is my first attempt, so any and all feedback is much appreciated. Many thanks to Karen_bi_uk for the editing, all mistakes are mine, not hers.** Smoke rose in choking columns from the fallen city in the valley below. The charred scent of burning buildings mixed with the disgustingly sweet odor of roasting flesh as the flames raced over the bodies o...
"What's good, people, I'm Mr. BWC, and I got one hell of a story for you," says I, and I know I've got your immediate attention, ladies and gentlemen. I'm an average-looking guy, Caucasian, in my twenties, with brown hair and blue eyes. I live in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Government name is Brian Wilcox-Crawford, and it's quite ironic because my initials...