Another day in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Gosh I am bored. I walk through the corridors of the Carleton University library, yawning and stretching at the prospect of an all-nighter because my take-home midterm is due in the morning. As I make my way to my usual spot on the second floor, a wide-eyed white chick sitting in the back glances at me, as does a t...
Winter comes to Ottawa, Ontario. Just another day for me. I look out the window from my apartment in the neighborhood of Vanier, right across from the Park. There's snow everywhere. Hard to believe that it was bitterly cold yet dazzlingly bright yesterday. I get up, and walk from the kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. Another year has gone by, and I'm s...
The first time I laid eyes on Rama Abdel-Masih, I was mesmerized. I mean, I was walking through the Rideau Shopping Center with my boys, Timothy and Dalton, one Saturday night, and when I saw her I just froze, man. I see pretty girls all the time, don't get me wrong. I simply wasn't used to seeing tall, majestic ladies in hijabs and regal long robes. With he...
My name is Christi Clark, a married mother of two who is getting back into the working world slowly by turning my dance background and yoga hobby into more than just my recovery from childbirth, but my new business opportunity. I had become certified as a yoga instructor, as I had been a dance instructor, but what I wanted to target was other young mothers l...
The dragon's reptilian claws dug into the stone to wind its green scaled body tightly around the pillar. Its head with the ghastly big, baby-like eyes were raised into the blackness of the night sensing, keenly paying attention -- a hunger for the hunt filled the air. Only a faint, coal-black plume of smoke rose from its big, open nostrils -- like a human su...
Step by Step Submission This is a continuation of Model Wife to Mleccha, and readers would benefit from having read that. It is a complete story on its own. Please be respectful in the comments or I will disable them. My name is Jan Thomas, I was once the model of the good wife, but since meeting Vivek, I was on a journey to become a good Mleccha instead....
I lay there on the couch, naked and sweating, with Ijaz biting me neck as he fucked me gradually. I grabbed his shoulder blades and let out a moan as he hit the right spot, sensed it and increased his tempo just a little. "Oh Ijaz... this.... is...so....goooood." I moaned as he kept going. Ijaz stopped biting my neck and kissed me as he put my legs on his s...
This story is a continuation from "Salma's sexual evolution". * The effect Nitin left on Salma was indeed deep and had a profound influence on her sexuality. The cloud of demureness; eventually subsided. The traces of guilt left after the eventful episode; soon disappeared. Her mind became clear but temptation remained whenever she saw Nitin, and in spite...
Property or Person? How did it come to this? My name is Jan Thomas, I am the very image of the perfect suburban wife and mother. I am just that, a wife of twenty plus years, mother of three beautiful university student daughters, high school teacher, Girl Guide leader, church volunteer. Oh, and desperate mleccha slut for my Hindu god Vivek. It should not be...
Shamsuddin Ilyas Shah looked from the balcony of his Royal Palace at dusk. His newly built Capital Pandua was the envy of entire Hindustan. Trade & commerce flourished. It was a melting pot of different culture. Assyrians, Africans, Turks, Pashtuns and people from numerous other race had made Pandua their home & accepted him as the Sultan. He was a proud man...