"What?" I stammered. "What is that?" At 18 I was still quite innocent, naive even, having been raised in a very sheltered family home that was the product of strict fundamental religious beliefs. In fact, I had been "sent away" to this private Bible college by my family in hope that with a year of training post high school, I might consider a career as a mis...
Hijab-wearing Muslim girls can do all the things that "normal" girls can do, and so much MORE. If anyone tells you otherwise, don't believe them. Just ask me, Khadija Hussein, the Syrian Goddess of metropolitan Ottawa, province of Ontario. Don't believe me? Let me tell you about what I did last Friday after finishing my prayers in the Masjid. I finished my p...
Melissa was one of the most attractive Girls I've met in person, and I got to work with her for about six months. She was a tall, petite twenty year old with very long brown hair. Her looks could be likened to the actress Victoria Justice in some ways. Melissa's face was beautiful, and she had a beautiful pair of wide blue eyes. I'd say that Melissa weig...
Introduction: "Capnolognia" (smoking fetishism) is delved into from a personal perspective. Sexual hi-jinks and out-of-control fantasies abound as you are guided through the mind of a fastidious fetishist. And so, dear reader; if smoking is not a "thing" for you—either in a sexually dynamic sense, or in any other sense—then I'd suggest you move on to some...
Author's note: This is the first part of a story that is open ended right now. There's no intercourse in this first Chapter; still I hope you'll read it and send me a note if you'd like to read more about Nurse Synge, Captain Wilson and the origins of the Nightingale Sisterhood. The Odd Tale of Nightingale Synge—Pioneer Sexual Therapist Chapter One Some y...
Every man who has ever lived has a weakness. The man who disagrees is a bold faced liar. My name is Samuel Chambers and I was born in the City of Montreal, Quebec, to a Haitian immigrant father and a white Canadian mother. I consider myself as Canadian as anyone. I got a story to share with you, ladies and gentlemen. I want to tell you about how I met my wif...
If you read my first story, you know that I had a somewhat religious and very modest upbringing and am still religious. You should also know that all of these, except for the names, are a true stories. The next step in my evolution to loving nudity came about a year and a half after the first story and again is not daring compared to other stories I've read...
Disclaimer: This story is fictional and any relation to real-world events is coincidental. All characters are above 18. Being from a multicultural family, it's not my intention to hurt anyone's religious sentiment. If you cannot digest inter-religious sex, please stop and try something else. - Haseena walked carefully so as to not reveal any part of her sk...
Jovita got out of her cab at 15th Street and 10th Avenue and paid the driver. After a long day at work, she was going to meet Hanna for a very special evening. The stars above were barely visible thanks to the ambient Manhattan lights, but the beauty of the city buildings more than made up for the light pollution. A scene across the street caught Jovita's a...
(This is my first attempt at writing a story from the perspective of a woman. Plase let me know how effective it is) My name's Anjali. I'm 23 years old, have dark hair and olive, asian skin tone. I grew up in North London and my parents are quite religious Hindus who came here in the 70s. I'm not so religious and I like a good time. At school I had a reput...