I read in a women's magazine somewhere that life begins at forty. Well, for me, I've decided to let that saying be true. My name is Maimuna Sultan-Alzahrani and I'm a Hijab-wearing, pious yet modern Saudi Arabian Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I moved here three years ago from my hometown of Dammam, in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. I neve...
My name is James Dalton Guillaume. My friends call me J.D. for short, And I'm a man with a dilemma. You see, I got issues with Black women. It's a love and hate thing between me and them. On the surface, I definitely look like a 'together' brother. I stand six feet two inches tall, broad-shouldered and well-built, with medium brown skin and curly Black hair....
XXX Britain Means Business Tamara 2095 It didn't come as much of a surprise to Tamara when Zoe died. The mystery was rather that she'd managed to live so long given that she'd managed to maintain for so long a drug habit far in excess of what a woman of advanced years was designed to withstand. All the same, it had been good while it lasted. She and M...
Prologue: A Fun and Uncorrected Mistake Inspired by the new Bioware MMO set in the Star Wars universe. I own none of the characters, obviously. Sulmad walked, okay, staggered out of Yael's tent. The coat over the ragged remnants of his shirt gave him an almost civilized appearance. The fuck session with the Cathar refugee had left the smuggler drained,...
As a senior partner at a high-powered law firm in the Bay Street block of Toronto, Ontario, I wield a certain amount of power. The kind that a woman of my age and background isn't supposed to wield, at least in the eyes and minds of many, even in this supposedly liberal, racially diverse and progressive North American metropolis. Wherever I go, I attract the...
The most sacred titles any woman can hold in this life are wife and mother, I thought as I proudly watched my daughter Catherine stand in front of a podium and deliver her valedictory speech to the hundreds of graduates at the convocation of the Sprott Business School of Carleton University. It's a bright Sunday afternoon and the City of Ottawa, Ontario, is...
Exiled from my people, stuck living far from everything I've ever known, I am finally forced to start living. I thank the Most High for that, at least, for the trials and tribulations that I've endured have made me stronger, and shown me the way. Home is wherever the head is, I say. If I were still living in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, I would have been beh...
"So, Kassim, you mean to tell me that you're an illegal immigrant?" Zara Desmarais said softly, and the young tomboy looked anxiously at the young man who sat opposite her. Inside the crowded Eaton Shopping Center food court in downtown Toronto, thousands of people milled about, embarking on lengthy shopping sprees. Once upon a time, Zara Desmarais, a small-...
This time it was Bri nude on her back in the middle of the bed. Stony looked at me coyly and asked, "Can I...do it alone with her this time?" "I don't see why not." Stony climbed aboard and casually spread Briana's knees to reveal her cum rich cunt. Bri looked down at Stony, her face painted with lust and asked, "You don't mind...?" Stony giggled and said...
I felt like an outsider when Samantha dragged me along to her club, The Nebula. I knew I would be an alien, unwelcome and obscene in a panorama of unfamiliar things. Even the language would be foreign to me, common English broken and browbeaten into something exotic, full of spice and unimagined texture. Even the music, which I’ve been told is universal, wou...