I posed naked on the bed. Having forgotten to refresh my music, I listened to the same old shitty dance tunes through the laptop speakers. Despite the music grating on my ears, I smiled and hummed along with the bland lyrics. Legs spread, I rested my head in my hand while doing my best to appear interested. Pouting like the whore I was, I’d part my pussy lip...
By Dan57 and Aisha When she left her office after a long work day, Aisha went directly to Brads place. She activated the automatic garage door and parked just behind Brad's car. As it had become her habit, she carefully rearranged her make up, adding some glossy lipstick, eye liner, eye shadow and carefully brushing her hair. She never took such pains for...
Chapter 02 Nazneen enters Kyrhan's harem Dedicated to real life Nazneen and to Jill who together inspired this story hoping they will like it. * One of my readers pointed out I should give a small summary of the previous adventures of prince Kyrhan and his beloved Kira. Kyrhan is a modern days Indian prince and politician. He is strong, large and sex add...
Ken Taylor had pulled the call button in spite of the terse warning from the flight attendant not to do so. He was at the very back of the giant 747---the cheap seats that his company always seemed to acquire at a deep discount. Something had occurred at the front of the airplane. The first class passengers had been flushed from their upscale seating. There...
Author's Note: This is another FICTIONAL story. All characters in the story are FICTIONAL storywith the exception of my wife and I. All of the actions and conversations in this story are FICTIONAL story. ***** I called Darby to confirm that Alan and I would be at the "White Night (or Knight") event at the hotel on the weekend. I had no idea what I was gett...
This story is a true one. Only the narration may make some minor changes but the main story remains true. My friend is the lucky one, who happens to be the main character in the story. I have decided to write his story in his words as he told me. I, Mir Khan, come from an underdeveloped town of Pakistan. I was studying in University of The Punjab, Lahore, d...
Continued from Chapter 2: "Thank you for your service," rang empty whenever someone mindlessly said that to him when seeing his dog tags hanging from his neck. To him, that phrase sounded too much like, "Thank you and have a nice day." He'd give them a stern look that made them afraid. "Thank you for my service?" Just as angry as he was violent, that's al...
If you're Somali, and happen to be gay, lesbian or bisexual, it's probably a good idea to keep it to yourself. Well, if you want to live, that is. Sometimes, I wonder what brings more pain into my complex life, my sexual orientation or, ahem, the other thing. That which marks me as different from the rest of humanity. What am I talking about? I'll get to tha...
This is an unusual story so I shall let the protagonists introduce themselves. My name is Jazmine. My grandfather was an officer in the Indian Army at the time of partition in 1947/8 when Moslems left India and went to Pakistan and Hindus left Pakistan and went to India. He became an officer in the Pakistani Army and rose to a very high position which allow...
Fetish and bondage modelling is something, I've always thought about and now I've decided to take it up. It compliments my escorting, and it's a Muslim friend of mine who encouraged me to take it up. Zayna, is dark skinned, dark haired and green-eyed British-Pakistani girl who has been doing fetish and bondage modelling for a while. She introduced me to litt...