Holy Trinity - 3750 A.D. It was Wednesday on Holy Trinity. This was one of the two days of the week—the other, of course, being Sunday—that was designated an Energy Saving Day. Despite being in Mercury orbit and well bathed in sunlight from the nearby presence of the Sun, the Archdeacon and the Chief Pastors had deemed that the energy expenditure of the col...
Chapter Fifteen Judgement - 3754 A.D. Although the previous three years of military training had been hard and unrelenting, Isaac would have gladly exchanged the year-long flight in the overcrowded troop carrier Judgment for many more years in the space colony of Paradise. There was little relief and a great deal more discomfort in the space ship. The only...
The kitchen was filled with the mouthwatering smell of a spicy lambdish that the women of the house had been preparing. The rich meat flavoured with Rash al Hanout the local mix of different spices and mixed with dried apricots that were now swollen to little orange pillow-shaped juicy balls. A platter with freshly baked flatbread waiting on a table. Omar's...
Michele felt the huge member buried in her anus begin to pulsate; hot, creamy semen flooded her back passage. She was lying face down on the huge bed; pressed down into the satin sheets and soft mattress, her own penis trapped in her satin panties was also hard and leaking pre-seminal fluid. She lay still as Ahmed, the man lying on top of her, emptied himsel...
My name is Rachel Winston Jacobs. And I am a Muslim. I was born in North London, England, and lived there my whole life. When most people think of a Muslim woman, I'm not what they think of. I stand six feet tall, with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. I was born in the United Kingdom to conservative Anglican parents. I was a student at Cambridge Universi...
If somebody told me a year ago that I would find myself in this position, I would have laughed my ass off and said no. What do I mean? Please allow me to clarify. My name is Fathiyah Al-Fatah. I'm a student at Ottawa's very own Carleton University, majoring in business administration. I was born in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia but raised in the City of Toront...
To fully understand the context of what is happening here, I suggest you read "Rules, Pt. 01" first. There are two characters that appeared in previous stories. Bill Jackson is featured in my "Revenge in Advance" and "The Warren Files" series, and Frank Michaels appeared in "The Warren Files 03." MMAS is not a part of this story. Many thanks to those who...
"Only one word of advice I can give you; don't resist them," Sarina whispers into Michele's ear. "Thank you Mistress," Michele responds. "You won't thank me when they deflower your tight little arsehole," Sarina responds. Although obviously American she uses the English word arse, rather than ass. "I can't and won't help you once we are inside. You need...
O Little Town of Bethlehem A Christmas Tale of A Pius Man Randell Schwerdt, arms dealer, occasional "interrogator" for hire, and all around unpleasant soul, awoke to having his world turned upside down. Literally. For a quick, hopeful moment, Randell had thought he would wake up any time now. After all, why would the only illumination in the area be red...
An historical mystery written by request of my editor. August 1098 "God's Wounds, it's hot!" The grizzled soldier removed his leather cap and mopped his brow with a filthy rag. His younger companion at the sentry post nodded by way of reply. Below their vantage point in the gatecastle, the city sprawled, baking in the heat, although it lacked an hour to...