Preface: = = = = = = This is a stand-alone story written for the 2014 Winter Holidays Story Contest. It is loosely set in the world of, and uses characters from, my "Ginny and Katy" story series. For some perspective, consider the West Wing episode "Isaac and Ishmael" It's not canon for the series, but uses the same characters, the same sets, the same wo...
I keep hearing that Muslim male submissive types in the world of BDSM are hard to find, and I laugh at the kinds of people who say these things. Yes, there are Muslim women in the world of BDSM, and I'm proud to say that I am one of them. My name is Sulafah Faeed, and I'm a young woman living in the City of Toronto, in provincial Ontario. I'm mixed race, bor...
Father Myers was our favorite priest. He was about six foot two, one hundred and ninety five pounds. At the age of forty-five, he still had a full head of silver hair. It seemed that he had the answer for every question a young boy of twelve could have. But let there be no doubt, his most important feature was his ears. Yep, you heard me right, his ears. See...
He sat on an old, ragged divan shoved against a bare brick wall at the back of the warehouse, smoking a cigar, lost in thought. He seemed to be watching the two girls, working on a guy in what appeared to be a furniture store display 15 feet away. Bright lights created a sea of color in the drab cavernous building; a palate of pastels complete with carpet,...
After getting screamed at for leaving the toilet seat up your energy is at an all time low, you've just been getting abuse from everyone in the house just for your existence and you can't really take it anymore. You dont know when having to work from home will end but it has been weeks already and there is no end in sight. Frustrated you start browsing the w...
Sunday morning and Jon was just nearing the clubhouse. He was on his bike, in his cycling gear. He had hoped to get in early and combine exercise with the trip. But he was late. He slunk in through the side gate and dismounted. He had Dot's watch with him, and it was safe in his shorts and cinched up to give him a good feeling, whilst he cycled. He imagined...
"Not so fast, sweetie." Miss Rebecca's admonition stopped me in mid-crawl, halfway toward where Rob sat, naked, with his legs splayed and his beautiful tumescent cock beckoning. Having just pleasured her, and tasted the love left by her husband, my second helping of his cum that day, all I was thinking was how much I wanted, no needed, was to feel the pulsin...
This is a follow on story from "How I Took a Japanese wife". You should read that story first for some context. ***** After the birth of our second child we decided that we needed a real Japanese nanny to teach the children how to act and speak in polite Japanese society. It was just too difficult to do this ourselves in a suburb of New York with very few...
It was Jordan's last day at our office. He was moving to another office and yet, here he was still coming to my office to help me out with our new e-mail software. Jordan had come to our office about a year ago for a maternity leave replacement and had lately helped with the transition from our old system to the new one. There had been a few months of cleani...
Two days later, John was out in his field checking to make sure that no stray leech ferns had gotten through. About half way across his property he got a home proximity alert outside the west gate. Clicking on his comp he saw it was Millie, asking permission to come over. It seemed she had received permission to come over and help, (though he didn't know ho...