"Divorce is considered haram in the Islamic world, and after splitting from my former husband, my own family turned against me and shunned me," Nazriya Jalakam said, sighing. The short, curvy and brown-skinned Sri Lankan Muslim woman looked at the seven men and eight women of the Divorce Recovery Support Group meeting in the basement of Saint Bernardine Chur...
Author's note: I hadn't planned to write this. I had only one story in mind - one year in the messy, unfinished life, and the messy, unfinished death of Gary Galloway. The idea for this story started percolating as I read public and private comments after the end of my last novel, and before I knew it, I was writing again. You don't need to have read my pr...
NOTE: It isn't necessary for you to read Texas Trio before reading TT2-- they can both stand alone-- but there ARE spoilers, so I definitely recommend reading that first. Since TT2 is already done, I'll do my best to stick to an every-other-week posting schedule. Hopefully, a regular dose of sexy cowboy will hold you over while I'm finishing up Sleeping Beas...
I walked out of the hut and followed Sajid as Fatima had told me. She seemed nice and kind and the only one not gawking at me or hating me. Sajid was chatting casually with his kids who were hanging out in the front of the house. He saw me walk up and smiled. "Kids, meet Purva aunty." "Abba, is she a new ammi (mother)?" one of the precocious daughters, abo...
Author's Note: it is helpful to read part 1, but hopefully this story still stands on own. The quick synopsis of part 1: student Andrew recognizes his professor's submissive nature and uses him sexually while also sharing him with his fraternity brothers. Part 2 starts right after Andrew's fraternity brothers have just finished getting serviced by their pr...
My name is Amber Martinez, a freshman student at J. Oscar University and a member of the nudist sorority Alpha Zeta Zeta currently vacationing with my sorority sisters, other nudist friends and even family at Edun Island. In my last story, I met a girl named Roxanne and her mother, who was the captain of the yacht from the first Edun story. When I was rescu...
Night flight to Europe. Night flight from Asia. Recapturing a day as you outrace the spinning globe, lights flashing high up above the dark vastness of the Indian Ocean. Night flight to Europe, from the sun-heated furnace of Jakarta to the soft, grey chill of Frankfurt. Night flight with a lawyer, a lover. I'd admired her, yet again, at the hotel pool that...
Ms. Priya was enjoying her mid night stroll along with me. I was not enjoying much. Keeping a pace with her on my knees and led by a leash was not as easy as it might sound. The blindfolds added more misery to the sufferings, though not knowing what might come excited me. Often Ms. Priya would stop and ask me to kiss and lick her foot. She would caress my ha...
My name is Ishita. However, I didn't always go by this name -- I was called Ishaan before. I grew up in a middle class Indian family in the suburbs of Delhi. I was very shy and awkward growing up. And girls just scared the hell out of me. I was around 5 feet 5 inches tall and had a slim body. I also had shoulder length hair. I had grown my hair over the hol...
"What you've done is transgress on another man's possessions," the partially dressed woman said, "and the punishment must fit the crime." Waheed had visions of being dragged off to the nearby Malaz jail and begged for forgiveness, "Madam it truly was an honest mistake, I am an honorable person, please do not consider me a criminal." "Stay right there," she...