I keep hearing that Muslim male submissive types in the world of BDSM are hard to find, and I laugh at the kinds of people who say these things. Yes, there are Muslim women in the world of BDSM, and I'm proud to say that I am one of them. My name is Sulafah Faeed, and I'm a young woman living in the City of Toronto, in provincial Ontario. I'm mixed race, bor...
This is the entire first chapter. I considered breaking it down into smaller groups for a more dramatic effect at the right moment, but honestly, that would be a ton of incredibly short chapters for such a story. I didn't want to detract from what's going on. I hope you enjoy meeting Amnesia, the REAL Amnesia (not the fantasy dream Amnesia from Cordelia's...
Tom looked out on to the terrace of his condominium and saw Carla and her mother enjoying the morning light. He looked over in to the kitchen and saw that they had made coffee and that one of them had gone out and bought fresh chocolate croissants. He knew that he likely should watch his weight, but those two hellions would help him work off the calories. He...
I woke up refreshed, but not totally oblivious to the fact that I was lying in one of the biggest wet spots I had ever found myself in... and it was all me, from my dreams. I could feel the wetness that coated my thighs and had found its way down my ass; I even had some on my tummy from where I must have rolled over in the night. Smiling, I looked at the clo...
Dutch Painting, A Second Chapter (Continued from Dutch Painting, Ch. 01, a story that provides necessary context) ...She seemed to draw security from the artist. He nodded and she untied the belt to her robe. A moment's hesitation and she slipped it off to stand naked, nipples stiffened, lean and waxed and wonderful. She looked to the artist for instructi...
As he strode out into the blinding sunlight, Galen had no idea what to do next. PeeJay was getting heavy, and the as-yet nameless blonde, while not putting up any resistance, was also not helping him any. About this time he noticed that the blonde's hands were bound together by what amounted to leather handcuffs, and that her skimpy costume, which had been p...
Sophie, technically, wasn’t one of my girls, but in exchange for a room and some food, she would take some of my better looking customers for me. I never really knew her background, except that she had come from Manchester and I never really thought to ask. I wish now that I had. It was a cold Thursday afternoon and Sophie and I were in the study on the gro...
Let's face it: sex can range from rape and violent or drug induced physical domination to the self-pleasures of masturbation. The difference between routine once or twice-a-week or month, plain vanilla sex (which is still pretty good) and fantastic sex is almost all in your mind. Certainly it's not for everyone, even within a good, long-term relationship. Bu...
Episode 02: Training Seminar I arrived at the conference room with much anticipation that Monday morning. I had traveled the day before to get to the New Hampshire location, enjoying the autumn foliage as I drove to the campus. I would be at this training site for five days until Friday, and I planned to make the most of it. I watched as my classmates ente...
Jason's Mom and Grandmother stood naked in the archway between the kitchen and the living room with their arms folded. Sensing the seething synergy coming from the woman of the house, the room went suddenly silent while one by one, but for Susan, they all looked towards the archway and her. Still poised on her knees in front of her father, Susan hung her hea...