Meet Sadaf Zarif, a fifty-year-old Persian Muslim woman originally from the City of Tabriz, Iran, who spent most of her life living in the continental U.S. until her life changed. Fate prompted Sadaf to move to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, and the bold, adventurous gal is now exploring Canada's norms and mores with her own unique style and aplomb, as they sa...
The playoffs are always a fun time of year. So much anticipation, more so this year than normal. You're used to being top of the leader board but with injuries and bad luck this season your team is hanging around the middle of the pack. One final rally right when it counts ensures your team's spot in the playoffs. After the final buzzer of the second game...
Author's Note: This is a five part story and, although each part might be read without reading the others, reading all parts gives a little better understanding of the whole story. I wish to express my profound thanks to Literotica's most gracious (and lovely) Copperbutterfly for her time and effort in editing these stories to make them more enjoyable readin...
I had an unexpected day off work. Problems at a couple of worksites had left me with nothing to do so I thought I'd take a day off and enjoy a long weekend. About ten I wandered down to the local shop and grabbed the paper and was strolling home when I ran into a young woman with a problem that gave me a chance to show off my intrepid heroism. A couple of...
As you walk into the room, I sneak up behind you, and put my hands gently over your mouth. As you start to panic, I whisper into your ear. “Don’t be afraid. Just do exactly as I say, exactly how I say. Do you understand?” I can feel the smile begin under my hand as you nod your agreement. You know that the evening should be quite enjoyable. I pull my hand...
Babydoll answered the video chat with a big smile, waving at me in an almost comically enthusiastic manner. The gesture was made to look even more whimsical by the fact the sleeve of the jacket she was wearing was far too long for her arms, and flopped about like a loose rag doll. It was about that time I noticed it was one of my favorite hoodies, a zip-up I...
Dear Jim, I do not know if you will ever see this letter. A part of me wants to tear it to pieces right now, before its finished, before its even begun. I don't know if I can make myself write it. I have stood and paced and sat in front of the keyboard and typed and then erased everything. I want, somehow, I want everything to go away. I want things to be w...
It wasn't a scene form a Wong Kar Wai movie, but there were a number of elements which would have fit very well – the classic elegance of the lobby lounge where we were meeting, the conservative yet sexy line of her suit with the straight short skirt and tailored jacket showing her figure so marvellously. However the vibrantly coloured silk blouse underneath...
Jessica was driving pretty fast toward her grandfather's farm along the river. She had imposed a deadline on herself and wanted to be in position in plenty of time. She was heading for a "special" beach near a long sweeping bend in the river where fine sand had built up over a few million years or so. The beach was great and the river flowed slowly so swimmi...
Callie sighed softly behind her desk. She hated overtime, Saturday on the customer services desk at the computer firm where she worked was always slow, but all she had to do was think of the extra money and the things she could do with it. There was that cute new pair of shoes she'd seen last week. Not to mention the rent that needed paid, and there always...