I know that I will receive endless condemnations for writing this. Especially from my fellow Muslims in the Ontario region of Canada. However, I must tell my truth and live my life. My name is Siman Labaan. I was born in the town of Bur Salah in the Mudug Region of Somaliland. My father Muhammad Qadir was of Saudi Arabian descent and my mother Aziza Labaan w...
I thought waiting to meet my wife for lunch had been painful enough, but having to wait until clocking off time was almost unbearable. The whole journey home was just a blur, as I was playing scenarios of what lay in store for me when I arrived home over and over in my mind. Finally I was home and pinned on the front door was a note, Matt x. written in my w...
Alan pulled on his gloves, turned of the light and pulled the door closed behind him. He waved to the night watchman at the desk as he left the building and to the gate guard as he left the ultra secure compound of Maggie Maye Cosmetics, where he had worked as a research chemist for almost 15 years. He pulled into a service station about a 1/2 mile down the...
This story is based on the John Norman Chronicles of Gor series of novels. (As always, copyrights are the property of the copyright-holder(s).) Translations for Gorean words (those whose meaning cannot be determined by context) can be found at a number of websites. And for those Gor fans who quibble with details or believe this goes too far afield of the Chr...
Unfortunately, a few weeks after my last threesome with my cousin and girlfriend, he moved further away from us. There was a job opening at his brother's auto shop and it paid fairly well. The bills were rolling in so it seemed like a good time to find a better job. We saw him less since the drive was 45 minutes more than it had been before the move. He'd co...
Fake tits and bleached blond hair flipped and flopped wildly on the stage. Tiffany was a new dancer, fresh off the street, yet here she was dancing in the Pimp Room. The Pimp Room was the place to dance in Gotham. Of course, all the dancers were working girls as well Oswald saw to that. Each and every girl was a tried and true slut, and every man a pervert...
I could see my cunt once again glistening with my wetness as Dr. Morgan's statement sunk in. I nodded in agreement with his words - "we'd like to give you an orgasm now." It had been a long morning of increasing arousal and no relief. I needed to come. Dr. Schafer was flipping through a folder with several pages of my handwriting in it. "For this first orga...
Those of you that have read our previous stories will know that we are swingers, both privately at home but also more often using a sauna type swingers club in the Midlands. We have been game for the last few years to try a lot of kinky things and to push the boundaries of our sexuality. Recently Jayne fulfilled our fantasies by fucking a black guy named Ray...
Not many people know this about me, but I used to own and operate a BDSM-themed boutique hotel near the Canadian border, ten miles south of Blaine. It was called the Black Rose: 26 rooms, all themed with velvet curtains and marble pillars and packed with kinky sex implements, going for $300 a night in high season. It catered mostly to Americans and Canadian...
She loved the way the air moved over her skin -- all of her skin -- every time she took a step. She was dressed, but the whole of her outfit was lace. All of her skin was breathing. A good thing as she was almost in a sweat due to her nerves and her arousal. She had dressed as instructed. She had awoken to find her clothes laid out for her in fact. When she...