I began to awaken. My vision was blurred, my head swam and throbbed with pain, and for a moment, I had no sense of time or place. Nor did I consider any physical aspects of my very being as I lay there, attempting to gain some measure of conscience. As if struck by a lightning bolt I heard the yelling of men, the savage war cries of the enemy and the whistle...
"Gotcha," I thought to myself as I spied the cute gal in the Hijab staring at me, with a mixture of fascination and disapproval in her eyes. Clad in a long-sleeved Black T-shirt over a traditional long skirt and Black sneakers, she seemed the very picture of piety and respectability, according to the norms of her Islamic faith, which I once followed quite fe...
The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 17o: The Batting Order Ch. 15 Part 15. Paul. I ducked under the last ball of Jerry's fifth over. "Take a break, Jerry." I heard the captain of the East Chipstable team order. I breathed in deeply. Whatever bowling they had to come was going to seem tame in comparison. I walked down the pitch to meet Ron. "Ten overs gone." H...
The year was 1860; I had just turned sixteen a few weeks previously when my mother announced I was to be presented. Presented to none other than Her Royal Highness Queen Victoria of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland. It was now my turn to attend the Debutant Ball, now that I was of age. It was time for me to marry well and produce children, s...
CHAPTER SIX Reconnaissance and the dark before dawn The two watchers, Jock and Goat had found observation posts overseeing the house from different perspectives. Jock had carefully made his way slowly over country from a mile and a half away, keeping his body low to avoid silhouetting himself against the skyline, using ditches and hedgerows. At one point he...
Lying in bed, Mona Ismail cried herself to sleep. In her parents plush suburban townhouse in affluent Barrhaven, the young Lebanese Canadian Muslim woman bit her lip, thinking about what she lost. Every time Ismail Mona thought about her Somali Muslim ex-boyfriend Rashid Ali, her heart winced. In all her life, no one had ever loved Mona or made her feel the...
The sun rose over the horizon, and I closed my eyes. Normally, this would mean it's time to sleep. However, with ash clouds blotting out much of the sun, a perpetual gloom hangs over Boston's battered skyline today. This means I can still go hunting. Last night I fed, draining a young White Muslim female spy of her blood. It's morning and I'm still hungry. A...
This is my first attempt at writing a story. I've enjoyed reading Literotica for years and felt it was time to give back to the community. I would like to share more of my real life encounters, feedback is welcomed. I want my stories to be the best they possibly can. Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I hope you will enjoy and want to hear more!...
We drove east through the Smokies, the sun bleeding out over the top of the trees as it sank slowly on that August afternoon. Maeve sat next to me and I slipped my fingers under her dress and behind the rope that I'd tied between her legs, giving it a gentle pull. Her mouth fell open as the rope tightened and the knot that I'd made rubbed against her pussy o...
Stereotypes. Everyone's got them. There are so many out there. Across races, genders, nationalities and religions. In North America, they believe blonde-haired White women are dumb sluts, that Asian girls are submissive, Black men are hyper sexual, Black women are always angry, Hispanic folks are lazy, White guys are perverted and Arabs are dangerous. Wow. W...