(Writer note, I've borrowed characters from Amazon Tamed and Frontier Bondage) Barry's annual domination charity event was always well attended. The cause tonight was support for refugees of Islamic terrorism. Drinks and food were served by a legion of Barry and his special guest's nude slaves. No domination was allowed until the special bidding was ove...
"I thank Heaven that I found a husband who respects my religion and accepts me with all of my flaws, this man loves all of me, including my damn awful farts," Mariam Sarmadi-Diallo said, as she sat in the Women's Circle. Surrounded by her fellow practitioners of the Bahá'í Faith, the raven-haired young Persian woman spoke without fear or shame. Her statement...
As Salam Alaikum, folks. My name is Mira Masayuki-Jones, and I'm a Japanese-Canadian Muslim woman living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. Bet that last bit definitely got your attention. You don't see a lot of Muslims in the Japanese Diaspora, partly because of my people's xenophobia and their devotion to the Shinto faith. I will forever be the odd woman out...
Standing in front of his locker, Ottawa Police Service constable Stephen Jean Guillot read the words "No Negro Faggots On The Ottawa Police Force" and sighed. Squaring his massive shoulders, the young Black man turned to look at the other police officers in the locker room, white men one and all. Glaring at them, he spoke loud and clear as he demanded to kno...
Tracey and Buttercup hurriedly jumped up: Tracey pulling on her blouse and checking that she still had her bag with her precious passport inside. One thing was sure, a noise like that did not bode well. Buttercup gathered herself together more quickly than her lover, but nothing could disguise the look of real alarm on her face. “What the fuck do we do?” as...
Fingers Whitehouse was working his magic on bare skin again. The strains of Debussy's La Mer drifted through his Bose computer speakers, and cinnamon incense flavored the air. A voluptuous woman with luxurious dark hair and honey tanned skin lay face down on his queen sized frat house bed: Mary Jane Simpson, his girlfriend's mother, with whom he got very wel...
Chapter One Hundred Fifty-Six: Success and Failure When I finally met with Rolan, Anders, and Solona, it was even more difficult to explain everything than I'd expected. The first hurdle was that Rolan and I had never discussed my origin or knowledge. He'd been told by others, of course, but had never had the opportunity to ask me questions. He wanted to k...
This is my first story and constructive criticism is most definitely appreciated. ------------------------------------------------------- Prologue: "What doesn't kill you... leaves you scarred and broken" Unknown NAU Soldier The year is 2114 and the world is in ruins. Nearly two decades ago the peoples of Earth were ready to celebrate the turn of the cen...
My name is Balsam Al-Wahid. And once upon a time, that was all I could tell you about myself. Not anymore. Today, I must reveal myself to the world. I am the daughter of two worlds, though I was born and raised in the City of Ramallah in the Nation of Palestine, the most troubled region of the Arab world. My father Mahmoud Al-Wahid is Palestinian and my moth...
"Listen up, you country bumpkin, we are going to confiscate your weapons and secure the area, we've got our orders, now, do as you're told or else," Sergeant Cameron Steller said brusquely to the six-foot-tall, plump, short-haired African-American woman who stood before him. The gal looked like she had someday to say, and there was nothing the Sarge would en...