Labour in Indonesia is cheap. Many people comes from the villages into the cities, and having no sufficient education, the men usually work in constructions, while the women work as housemaids and staying in the employers' house. In my house, there was a new maid. The previous one did not return after enjoying her "holiday." However, if the old one was old...
"You're simply incorrigible and arrogant, Mr. Omar Stephens, someone should definitely teach you a lesson," Dr. Stephanie Macke-Leland said, and the slender yet curvy blonde academic pushed her glasses on the bridge of her nose, and sighed. She leaned against her desk, inside her private office. They were in the Law School at Canada's Capital University. Lic...
Azizah was sitting on a swing, watching her two kids playing at the front of the house. Nobody was home at that time, except the maid. Her hubby Azman was at the library, Earl had been out since morning, while Ting just left home to visit her friends. Ting had asked Azizah to accompany her, but Azizah just felt a little too lazy to travel, and preferred to s...
Is there something wrong with me? Why do I feel like this? Every time I see a pretty gal walking by wearing a Hijab I get an instant boner. The name is Lucas Abdullah Wallace. I was born in the City of Odessa, Texas, to a Jamaican-American father and Lebanese Christian mother. My parents, Esther Abdullah and Luke Wallace met while at the University of Housto...
[Word of warning: This is a 3-part story. Not all parts have the same amount of sex.] *** "Are you fucking KIDDING me?" Romeo was just about step on to the plane steps when he heard the indignant female voice behind him. He turned. It turned out that the tour of Indonesia on which he was taking this troupe had been booked on two different flights. This...
The sun rose over the City of Paris, France, bathing the City of Lights in its golden haze. Salwa "Sal" Taher stretched luxuriously on the king-sized bed in the master bedroom of her rented townhouse in the plush Neuilly-Sur-Seine neighborhood. The young woman yawned, and then got up, and stood in front of the mirror, wearing only a coy smile on her lovely f...
As Salam Alaikum, dear reader. The name is Aziz Kalenzaga, and I'm a young black Muslim man of Burkinabe descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm studying mathematics at Carleton University. I was born in Burkina Faso and raised in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. These days, I'm a U.S. citizen via naturalization. I came to Canada to study for a...
I was sitting at my desk, quickly checking e-mail while my wife was in the bathroom. We were making a quick stop before heading home, after her lucky visit to an awards show, since my office was (basically) across the street from the venue. Just as I was wondering what was taking her so long, I heard a knock, and saw her arm reaching through the doorway, an...
Chapter 14 - Amber's Trip A sleek black limousine picked up Amber at her apartment the morning of April eighth. The destination was the local airfield where she boarded a private jet. Her luggage was loaded aboard. She was meeting Roger Moore, her benefactor, pseudo-boyfriend for the next forty days, and her 'date', in St. Louis where he'd board and continu...
Every day made her more dissatisfied with her dull housewife life. Every morning saw her wake up, not at all eager, not curious about the events this day might bring her, because she knew already. Ah yes, there were some variations. Not every day started with her husband mounting her to take advantage of his morning erection; sometimes she managed to get u...