"You're Haitian and Muslim? No way, what on earth made you decide to embrace Islam?" Sawsan asked, and she looked at the big and tall young black man who stood before her, looking rather sharp in his dark blue security uniform, and shook her head. Will wonders never cease? For weeks now she'd been noticing the security guard following her every move whenever...
Necessity is definitely the mother of reinvention, as has often been said. This holds true in all parts of the world. Take Noor Al-Gergawi for example. Born into a wealthy family in the City of Dubai, crown jewel of the United Arab Emirates, Noor experienced nothing but luxury all the days of her life. Vacations in Vienna, Paris and Los Angeles, and shopping...
Looking at Lucas Boudreau and drinking in the eagerness and lust I saw on his handsome, I spread my shapely thighs teasingly, hiking up my long skirt and flashing just a hint of my crimson panties. In a teasing voice, I asked the tall, burly Haitian if he wanted a piece of me. "If you want it come and get it I'm ready for you," I said, grinning naughtily. F...
Apparently, all Arabs are Muslim, that's what some of my friends and classmates seem to believe. That's news to me, because the Coptic Christian community is very much alive in places like Syria, Egypt and Lebanon, even though we're constantly hounded by Islamists. My name is Marianne Shafik and I'm the daughter of Egyptian immigrants living in Ottawa, Ontar...
I am KU41, 18 years old. It's tattooed on my chest and buttocks, with the word next to it SLAVE. I am russian, so I apologize for my english. I fully understand I must testimony only the facts that happened during my slavery and life, for the services of the department of slavery sociology of the university of London. I wasn't born as a slave. I became one...
Inspired by the new Bioware MMO set in the Star Wars universe. I own none of the characters, obviously. She caught his arm as he walked past and was surprised to suddenly find herself at blaster point. Tweeta was a dab hand with a blaster herself and she hadn't even seen him move. "You want something?" He asked evenly, hands as steady as his voice. Emerald...
The letter was already wrinkled and smeared when Yana unfolded it for the hundredth time. The sweat of her hands had made it all yellow and the thread with the key had come off a while ago. Dear Yana, I hope my last will and inheritance didn‘t made you leap out of your skin. I know you‘re not used to gifts, and I remember how you constantly protested to acce...
From: Monica H------- To: Greg H------- Date: January 21, 2019 11:14 PM Subject: RE: My Sex-Filled Weekend Romp, Ch. 2! Hon, I know you never wanted this fantasy to become a reality. Not once had you actually said you wanted me to do it. But your actions spoke louder than words. I could tell that deep down, you longed for this to happen. PART 4: THE FIR...
XXVIIThe Pursuit of HappinessTamara2094 The old lady staggered across the floor of Costa Starbucks while also carrying a tray on which unsteadily wobbled a mug of cappuccino and a slice of rich chocolate cake. It was obvious to Tamara that she needed help. There was also the fact that the coffee shop had no free tables available. "Can I help you?" Tamara a...
LXXIII Promised Land Tamara 2098 Whatever it was that had defined Tamara's Jewish identity over the years, it wasn't her religious faith. Nor had it been her need to belong to the Jewish community. Her identity was more intangible. It was the sense of a shared tradition and what had been until recently a shared nationality. She'd never troubled herself...