After finishing her classes at York on Tuesday afternoon, 'Goth-looking' Camilla packed her bags and left Candice's apartment, reminding the lover she was dumping that, only if Candice got Don's pistol out of Camilla's locker in Club Ritz, and used it to shoot Carrie, would Camilla come back to Candice. As 'Goth-looking' Candice watched Camilla take her bag...
Author's Note: The first chapter of this story drew comments that religion has no place on Literotica. Obviously, I disagree. Religious people eat, laugh, cry, fuck and do bad things much like the unreligious. The difference is that their religion makes them approach life situations differently from the non-religious. That difference is interesting enough th...
My name is Mona Mahmoud and I'm a young woman of Palestinian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I attend Algonquin College, where I study Political Science. At five-foot-three and 110 pounds, a dark-haired, bronze-skinned and brown-eyed Middle-Eastern gal like me doesn't strike anyone as scary. Until I get riled up because someone insults my Musl...
Chapter 10 The Ford staff car drew up in front of the imposing entrance to the Nile Palace Hotel. Three boys in smart uniforms with a red fez upon their heads descended upon the car. Bobby handed the keys to one of them. "Have it cleaned and polished," he said handing over a few Egyptian pounds. The Officers made their way inside, moving to the reception...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions...
I would like to thank jacosg21 for having the time and patience to edit this story, the work is entirely my own and any mistakes or faults are mine alone. "My soul was bounded to hers before creation" Nizami 'Majnun Leyla'. Daniel was lost in the wilderness of mirrors and self-delusion. His obsession over Haifa continued unabated and he used every opport...
Prologue: When I was eight years old, I wanted to be Robin, Batman's red panty suited sidekick. I ran around the house with a towel tied around my neck, which wouldn't stay put, and pretended to assist Batman in his moral schemes to fight crime and walk up buildings with a rope. That lasted all of three weeks. I wonder how long online masturbating will last...
The day the government of Canada granted me refugee status marked the first day I ever experienced freedom. For in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, as you may well know, women are not free. We're not free to move about when and where we want, nor can we control our fates. We're forever at the mercy of the men in our lives, first our fathers and then our husbands...
After twenty years in exile, I returned to my native Nigeria, with my son Omar James and his mother, Afaf. In the old days, just like today, conflict between Christian and Muslim were at the forefront of national politics. It needn't be this way. I was born into a Christian family, and I firmly believed in the Lord Jesus Christ and the Gospel. While living i...
Satan's elegant, mustachioed face curled in disdain as he set down his espresso cup. "What does Freddie think he's doing? This is cow diarrhea." "Dad, I told you to get the Turkish Coffee," the Anti-Christ replied. "Friedrich is no good at Italian stuff, you know that. The antipasto is dreadful, too." "I don't care; if he's not going to do it justice, he...