As Salam Alaikum, reader dearest. My name is Salma Khatami, and I'm a young Persian Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I was born in the City of Shiraz, Islamic Republic of Iran, to Ali and Mariam Khatami. My parents moved to Ontario, Canada, in the summer of 1999. We've lived in the province of Ontario ever since. My parents and I became Ca...
Volume 4: Dereliction of Duty Chapter VI: Devotee by Necessity There were benefits to a keen long term memory, a fair few of them involved remembering names and faces and, as was the case at the moment, trying to find a particular rock in the cobble lining of an exterior wall. With the village of Laleah built in a series of concentric circles, there was...
Exiled. Banished. God, these words taste foul in my mouth. Fuck everyone who doesn't appreciate you, that's what I say. In case you're wondering who this is, I guess introductions are due. My name is Far. It's short for Farouche. Anyone looking at me would see a six-foot-tall, somewhat good-looking and slender young man with light brown skin, curly black hai...
Thanks to Bandicoot007 for editing. ***** I sit in the same corner booth every day for lunch watching the world go by as I drink my coffee. I notice a young couple in the booth across from me. I have seen him before, he comes here a lot, but, this time, she is someone new. They are always pretty, each one prettier than the last. He's strikingly handsome. A...
It was always the same. Friday lunchtime in the pub, just prior to putting the final touches to my weekly column and handing in my 'copy' to our beleaguered editor, Tom Bowler; I would hold court to my now regular gathering - a group of university students who knocked off early for the weekend on Fridays. They sat all around me at the big old wooden table in...
"Watch out for the muddy areas, guys." I said as we headed off towards a new trail. I thought about how strange it was that Nat and I had the same noise happen to us. When we asked Alex, she said she had not experienced the sound. It was quiet as we walked down a new path, following behind Alex. A stillness that seemed to settle into all of us. Our feet we...
Mistaken identity, it can happen to the best of us. In my lifetime, I get mistaken for two things which I've got nothing against ( but happen not to be ) almost on a daily basis. People think I'm Hispanic, and they also routinely ask me if I'm a lesbian. Apparently I have a certain "look". Seriously, what does a lesbian look like? I'm five-foot-nine, stocky...
As I walked up the sidewalk to the townhouse, I could feel my panties getting wet already. Last week had been an incredible experience. And the homework….well let's just say it was completely satisfactorily. A different young woman answered the door today. She introduced herself as Myra and was very petite, much shorter that my 5'7" frame. And her breasts w...
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction – alas, there is a very true undertone to it. It is one of my nightmares from the early times, when I gathered my first experiences as a Domme. If you feel easily offended or disturbed by graphic violence do not read further. Besides that there is hardly any reference to sex in this story – so this piece of writing...
Bright sunlight lit up my bedroom despite the shades that hung over my window. My bed clothes were wrapped around me, my smooth legs running softly between the sheets. I stretched, feeling small and alive and...something, though I couldn't put my mind to it. It was a different feeling, as if something had changed and had changed in my favor. I rolled my feet...