Copyright© 2020 by Pars001 Another contest story I am so screwed, literally. I mean what the fuck was I thinking when I said and did what I did to her? I what- Oh, wait, sorry, you don't know what I'm talking about. Let me introduce myself, or should I say, what's left of me?. I am or rather was Robert Thompson. Just an average guy, I guess. I wanted to...
It was 1308 A.D. and Alauddin Khilji the Sultan of Delhi was preparing the second expedition of Devagiri. The King of Devagiri had discontinued monetary tribute to the Sultanate and had provided amnesty to the defeated King Karna of Gujarat. That amounted to declaration of war against Delhi. He wanted to personally lead the expedition this time but ill hea...
Now, odds are you've heard black men complaining about black women being too bossy and things of that nature. Meet the brother who actually LIKES bossy black women...in a special way. Are you intrigued yet? My name is Maher Ahmed and I'm a young man of Somali and Tunisian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. My parents moved to Canada from Tunisia...
This story was written from a female perspective (a difficult thing for one heavily laden with testosterone!) Constructive criticism is always welcome! And, as always, the characters within are over the age of 18. Enjoy! * While checking in a small shipment of estate jewelry, I noticed an ornate box. Done in a Hindu style, intricately carved in the top was...
Another night in this dreadful town. Sometimes I wonder why I came here in the first place. My name is James Bien-Aime. I was born and raised in the town of Newton, Massachusetts. In September 2010, I had the world on a string. I was a freshman at Boston College and life was good. I had everything in the palm of my hand. I was a second-string quarterback on...
LXX Ivory Towers Gabrielle 2040 There was a demonstration going on in Oxford's city centre. Normally, Gabrielle wouldn't be worried by something like that, but the taxi she was in would have to pass through it and she was concerned for the safety of Ajit, her Chief Farm Manager. Would they notice that he was Pakistani? "Relax," said Ghazi who was also ac...
Copyright Oggbashan September 2016 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. Note: A guinea at the time of this story was a gold coin worth...
It had been three weeks since I had been rear ended by Zara, the beautiful and oh so commanding Desi goddess who responded to my superior attitude by stripping me naked in the streets and giving me the spanking I deserved, and in the process discovering how many needs I had that she could fulfill. Here I am, ready for my training. I shiver in anticipation....
I know you missed me but get on your damn knees if you know what's good for you, Yasmin Hussein's stern voice echoed through our living room, and I obediently did as I was told. It had been a week since my Somali Muslim sweetie and I got back together, following a fateful encounter on the day when tragedy struck the City of Ottawa, Ontario. My name is Steve...
Face down and ass up, that's the way I like to pray. That's how we Muslims do it. I never gave much thought to how it must look, until someone very dear to me, who happens to from another faith, pointed it out. The things one never notices, eh? My name is Yasmin Hussein and I'm a young Muslim woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I...