"So, Izzy, you really like my farts?" Nabila Yassin said softly, and the young Yemeni Muslim woman looked at her lover Ismail "Izzy" Machar, as they sat inside the Starbucks located across the Ottawa Main Library on Metcalfe Street. It was a frosty Tuesday morning in mid-November in downtown Ottawa, Ontario, but inside the small, trendy café, things were def...
Chapter One -- Discovery Please be aware that the "Hunter's Moon" series of stories may involve minimal sex. I'm doing this as an experiment in writing. For those that are looking for strictly sex, this story is not for you, but keep reading if you wish. I would also like to mention that many of my ideas may come from other stories of varying media. So if y...
The sound made by the hydraulics of a standard maintenance hatch as it split into two halves and opened should have been something so common to him that it passed without notice. Jack had been on Gagarin 1 for such an extended period of time that the unique sound was as commonplace to him as birdsong to those who lived planetside. But then the sound was not...
The following is fictional. Names, and locations have been made up and are not meant to depict real people, living or deceased. These stories also depict dangerous, unprotected sexual situations. In this day and age of STDs, please be careful and wear protection! This is an adults only story. Thank you and happy reading! Chapter 8 - Of Human Bondage As I...
For some time now I have been fascinated with the vampire’s way of life. Never fully understanding the depth and meaning behind what a true vampire is. I have never believed that anyone could be immortal. Even though it is said that a vampire’s life span exceeds that of an average human. One night I decided to test out my theory. What were vampires all about...
The job was going great, Tracy told me to call her Aunt Tracy, and the three old guys told me to call them Uncles, Chick, Vinnie and Vito these people were great. Mr. Pisano was still the scariest guy I ever met. But he would wave and say," Hi Kid." Aunt Tracy was working my ass off, I got all the shit runs, I was making money, and I loved it. Kristi and...
Loving him is ill-advised, she told herself for the thousandth time as she looked at the picture of herself standing next to the one she loved the most. They were too different, she reminded herself. Yet from the first time she laid eyes on him in that Sociology class in September 2011, she couldn't stop thinking about him. In the eyes of most people, she wa...
My name is Samuel Clarence Marcelin, and I am a young man of African-American descent living in the City of Dubai, in the United Arab Emirates. Like many men the world over, I find Arab culture fascinating...especially the ladies of that culture. I came here at the behest of my employer, Magyar Ltd, a Hungarian-American civil engineering company that does a...
"Go back to sleep, babe, I've got this," I whispered to my wife Amal as I got up, and went to check on our son, Little Omar. Lying in his crib, in his small bedroom, ten and a half meters from our own bedroom, little Omar is awake in the middle of the night and crying, which is not an unusual occurrence. I take my son into my arms and smile at him, rocking h...
After a refreshing day at the golf course in which Vince sunk an eighty-yard chip for birdie, we decided to celebrate the shot of his life with a trip to I-Lounge. I had always been a fan of I-Lounge. It wasn't a huge club, but it had a certain dynamic that made it perfect for my style. I loathe bars that are simply one giant room. The animal in me thinks it...