Sexual liberation of the modern Muslim woman, that's a controversial topic in both feminist and Muslim circles. Trust me, ladies and gentlemen, I would know. My name is Maimuna Hamid, and I'm a writer, artist, divorcee, and proud Somali-Canadian woman living in the City of Montreal, Quebec. I've lived in Quebec all my life. It is my home, and I'll happily sl...
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...
It was a lovely Saturday night; perfect weather and perfect plans for a perfect summer night: We were going out with the group and the destination was the bar/disco where the regular Saturday night party was at – nothing could get in our way... You do know what the deal is with these kinds of parties, don't you: finding the perfect... dress! It's like there...
Preamble: This is a true story. I'm posting at the request of the man in the story. I recently met a man under other pretenses and in the course of conversation he discovered more about me than I knew myself. Since then I have become more and more convinced that I am truly submissive and this is something that enriches life. We see each other weekly and each...
It had been awhile since he was last in the city. Even though his family and life were in another place going to this city was going home. He knew the sights, the smells, the sounds... it was wonderful. Just a little longer of sitting here in the Paris airport and then he would be airborne again... He let his eyes wonder around the waiting area. It was earl...
Is it possible for a Black man to fetishize his own race? That's what I want to know. My name is Dillon Blackmore, but you can call me D.B. I was born in the City of Halifax, Nova Scotia, to a Jamaican immigrant father and a white Canadian mother. That's a story in and of itself, how my parents met and stayed together. I'll tell you about it some other time....
CHAPTER 35: Making it Right So many years had passed and so many memories still lingered in my mind. I wondered where he had been all his life since the last time I saw him . Did he finish school? What did he do for a living? Did he get married? Does he have children? It had been almost 25 years and the memories of his face still haunted me. I can remember...
Hey guys, this is my first time submitting my work. I wrote a lot but i normally lose interest and stop midway. So, in order to overcome my 'short-term interests' disorder (lol), I decided to submit my works here. Do forgive my English if I made any mistakes since English is my second language. I would definitely appreciate your constructive comments so I ca...
Victoria woke up surprised that the alarm hadn’t roused her. She glanced at the clock to see if she had overslept but found it was still twenty minutes before her usual time to arise. She stretched and decided to get up anyway, not to doze and wait for the alarm. An extra twenty minutes before going to work might be a blessing. In her bare feet and nightgown...
Dear Brit, I just wanted you to know just how much I appreciated you when we met the other evening; how your charming smile and dancing eyes put me at ease and set my heart aflutter. You were impeccably dressed for the weather; tight, but comfortable, jeans, boots, full comfortable blouse and scarf...just enough to show off your petite body, yet retain a m...