Forward: This story was given to me as a challenge. Think of it as an alternate history to some degree. There are historical personages represented who interact with my invented characters. Feel free to ask which is which. There is plenty of graphic sex in this story, along with a lot of combat and violence. Just warning you now. Reviews and genuine critique...
Nadia Khan looked at the tall, dark and handsome African-American man who lay next to her. Hard to believe that a year ago, her husband Omar Jackson considered himself an atheist and a soldier of the United States of America. Now he was a practicing Muslim and a hard-working herdsman and farmer living in the woods outside Multan, one of the largest cities of...
It has been a long time since I saw my old first officer, my ship has been in the docks for the past few years, the crew disbanded. Unable to afford the repair cost of the vessel myself and unable to persuade the empire to pay for them either. I have drifted between jobs for the past four years, hoping to be able to raise the required number of credits, yet...
In another day, Miriam Dowling would either be immortal or she would be dead. The provisions had run out this morning. She'd already sent back her guides a week ago; their job was only to take her to the mountain pass described on the ancient map she'd bought. After a week of threading her way through icy ravines and down rocky defiles, in the freezing cold...
"Surprise Me" was all she saw when the Friday print-out icon appeared on the screen of the outer office monitor. After laying awake most of the night, Cynthia finally had an idea, but it would require getting up an hour earlier and getting to the office before He did. When she stepped out of the elevator wearing a light-weight wool coat buttoned from hem to...
Once you get a taste of Somali Muslim women, life is never going to be the same. That's what I'm finding out, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Raphael Jean Bouvier and I'm a young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. In the summer of 2014, I graduated with honors from Algonquin College with a degree in police foundations, and m...
Chapter 21: In the Shadow of the Aga Khan )===(>>>>>>>>>>>>>> It was early morning, the light of first day barely turning the eastern sky lavender when Aylanna slipped from the rooms of the Aga Khan and made her way to the women's quarters. She knew all the courtesans were still asleep and would be until midday. There was little chance that she would be i...
A note from the author: As someone who thinks about erotica for a large portion of his waking day, my biggest complaint on the subject is that in a lot of short stories the characters rarely earn the fuck the author describes in blow-by-blow detail. I'm all for anal fisting in the dirtiest bathroom in Scotland, I just want to feel some connection with the c...
Chapter 04 Long Live Magus Khan A very, long, long time ago in Asia Ran closed his eyes and called his animal spirit, the hawk, for its assistance. Suddenly it soared in the darkness behind his closed eye lids. Can I save the Khan? One long screech; negative. "Damn it!" Can I defeat Magara? Three loud screeches; positive Show me what I must do. Ran s...
This is another story I wrote for the same contest as the previous one I submitted. I was hesitant about submitting this, fearing that someone would accuse me of plagiarism. It was written and completed about four years before an author wrote a novel about this very type of story, one that I have not had the chance to read myself. I'm submitting it 'as is',...