The following story is going to be at least a 10-parter, with each chapter in a different category. If you enjoy this story, I'm afraid you'll have to go find each part. Hope it's worth it. Part 1: Non-Erotic. Part 2: First Time Part 3: Loving Wives Part 4: Exhib & Voy Part 5: Lesbian Part 6: Interracial * * * * * My Diary Charlotte Panvois April...
Chapter 5: Sex at the Oasis Linda's narrative I don't think I have ever slept with a guy who has not awoken with a hard cock staring up at the ceiling. Curtis, I knew from past experience, was no different to any other guy; but to be awoken under a rising desert sun with the tip of a hard cock pressing gently into my mouth was not only a new experience but...
Jim Cameron pulled up to the office of the Pine Tree lodge; his favorite hideout after a personal crises. The latest stunt ranked high in stupidity. Getting caught in bed with the twenty two year old daughter of his current girl friend was bad. Jessica held a gun permit and he was afraid that she would use it. It was better that he lay low here and let the...
We all have fantasies, I guess. It’s part of what makes us human, is it not? As a pious Muslim sister who wears the hijab, I am certainly no different. My name is Raya Mamadou and I was born and raised in Adel Bagrou, a small town on the southeastern arm of the Islamic Republic of Mauritania. My father Saleem Mamadou is a member of the Afro-Mauritanian nobil...
A lot of people, especially men, think marriage is the end of everything. That old ball and chain, and all that jazz. What if I told you it doesn't have to be like this at all? My name is Ayaan Mubarak-Rutherford, and I'm a happily married Muslim woman living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. By day, I'm just a mid-level manager at the corporate offices of th...
An eerie light was emitted in the night, not a terribly bright light but almost as though each and every object possessed its own form of fluorescence. In this almost-night a boy wandered, too tall to be a mere child but too innocent to be called a man, through the streets of an unnamed city. His clothes were tattered where they weren't ripped or absent, but...
In my previous story, Weekend in Paris, I told of our first visit to a swingers' club with our friends Mark and Sally. We have been back there on our own on several occasions since, and on one of them Sandy had a wild time with a beautiful French girl. However, more of that later. Our most recent visit was perhaps the most interesting and erotic so far, at l...
Never mind what I do (did) for work or what I look (looked) like, details which have become irrelevant since The Day It All Happened. Monday: Forget Monday. I love work and Monday was an all work day and nothing noteworthy happened. Tuesday: Wedding invite reminder for this weekend is on my calendar. Perfect as I am starting to become a little unhinged...
I keep hearing from otherwise intelligent people that Middle-Eastern women are oppressed, dull and submissive. Whoever professes that belief obviously never met me. My name is Leila Alkhani, and I'm a gal with a story to share with you today. I was born in the City of Darab, southern Iran, and raised in the City of Montreal, Quebec. My parents, Alexandre Alk...
The breeze off the Atlantic was welcomed with a smile. It had been a long day and now all she wanted was to sit still, enjoy the twilight on the terrace surrounded by bougainvillea's and perhaps have another glass of wine. It was early and she had the hotel terrace almost all to herself. As if he read her mind, a waiter appeared and she ordered another glas...