"Only a whore prefers Blacks, the good woman will welcome death rather than being touched by a Black man," that's part of the Arabic literature on racial relations between Africans and Arabs, and it stems from the earliest days of the supposedly egalitarian (racially speaking) Islamic faith. It explains why even though you will see lots of Arab men with Afri...
When Eleanor Martin took a last look in the mirror, a small yelp of amusement escaped her. The transformation was extraordinary. She looked younger than her 23 years. Eighteen at most. It was partly the hair – cut short by a gay Columbian with a shaven head at a cost that had made her gasp. But what the hell. The magazine had paid. They'd helped with the mak...
As they drove up the long, tree-lined drive, the shape of the 18th century House slowly began to reveal itself to them on the horizon. They pulled up outside the east wing of the imposing building, parked the car and grabbed their bags from the back. Sara reached out and took Pete's hand as they walked across the gravel towards the main reception together....
There is a tree in your backyard. When your house was sold to you, the previous owner could not stop smiling as she pointed it out to you. You couldn’t understand why. It didn’t seem like a remarkable tree, and for the first year you lived in the house, you didn’t notice anything. It looked like every other oak tree you’d ever seen or climbed over as a chi...
It was a terrible week at work. The markets had taken their toll, so my colleagues and I went out for a few after-work drinks to commiserate over our losses. Four rounds later, Dave picked up the phone and made a call. After a brief conversation, he tossed a few bills on the table. “Going home?” asked Jim. “Making a little detour first,” replied Dave. “I n...
Carl locked the doors to the offices behind him, anxious to get home to Joy. As he walks towards his car, he notices some shadows slowly brushing against the wall of the building. As he turned around, Jake jumped on him and pressed his fingers into his forehead knocking him out. "Don't want to hurt him," Jake says in explanation as he carried Carl towards...
Laying in a sweaty heap on the bed, Jasmine slowly awoke as the delicious smell of sausages again wafted up from the kitchen. Smiling, she sighed as her whole body tingled, the effects of a long day (and night) of raucous sex with Gus pulsed in her body. She had worked him over good the day before, spending hours bringing him to the edge of orgasm before bac...
Thanks for reading. For those readers who say I should have put sex in the story, you're probably right. I'll make sure to steam up future offerings, but be warned, I tend to take the scenic route every where I go, you can ask my wife. This is a fairy tale. I put it in loving wives, well, because it's about a guy who loves his wife. I personally have been ma...
Author's note: This story contains drug use, please do not read if offended. I let myself in with my new key and found a note on the stair bannister: "To 'the new lodger' :) Make yourself at home, unpack your stuff in your room - we'll be back for tea time! Carly" So I did exactly that - unpacking took minutes, so I decided to check out the neighbourho...
***Alex*** Alex Stone sat wearing just a pair of basketball shorts in his room, blaring music and playing Call of Duty on his Xbox when his parents returned home from work that evening. His father was the first to arrive, parking his precious Jaguar in the garage and coming inside, heading straight to the fridge for a beer. Alex heard him shout to turn the...