An alternate world out there. Women have no rights and are treated as objects or animals. There have been attempted revolutions in history but none have succeeded and this is one of the few universal truths of humanity in this world. You could and likely many times will buy, sell, or trade women like furniture, and like furniture could even find them on stre...
INTRODUCTION & DISCLAIMER – Enjoy a trip back in time to Egypt in 1926, where dashing young archaeologist Doctor James Banks and his team struggle to find any Pharaoh's tomb, much less one as grand and opulent as that of Tutankhamen located four years earlier. James's financial backer, ruthless American capitalist Humphrey Herbert is anything but pleased abo...
The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 14b: Back to Egypt Part 02 Chapter 5. (Linda). Cairo. December 1971. I grunted out loud as Ian thrust particularly hard into my cunt. What he may lack in finesse he more than made up for in power and stamina. I wrapped my legs around him with my heels on his ass cheeks. I placed my feet flat on the bed and tried to raise my hi...
"Old man, you must curse me even in death, I don't care what you think, it's my life," Razane Al-Bilali said angrily, and the young woman clicked off the telephone, and closed her eyes, hard. Sitting on a quiet corner of the third-floor stairwell inside the Carleton University library, Razane bravely fought the tears that were coming, and found that she simp...
Time became immaterial to her. The pain became a haze and she tried to let her mind escape this hell. For a time, she would manage to float away, to distance herself, only to be dragged back by some sharp pain or Doc pouring more water into the tube. When the tube was removed, she barely noticed. She had gone beyond screaming, she was close to no longer eve...
Last chapter, thanks all. The chaps were even more pleased to see Ron than he was to see them. He first saw Ibrahim leading them out of departures. Yousef was right behind him, then Ibrahim 2 and the others. It had been another early morning flight, but that hadn't stopped them drinking. 'Ronaldinho!' said Ibrahim. Soon they started chanting "Ronaldinho"...
Ah, the life of a young brown Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. My name is Choukri Ali, and I was born in the neighborhood of Vanier to a Somali Muslim father, Ahmed Ali, and a Pakistani mother, Amina Khan. I'm used to people looking at me and my family. You don't see a lot of African Muslim men with South Asian wives, so my parents and I g...
My name is Lorena Elisabeth Rosenthal, and I'm a young woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I was born in the City of Tel Aviv in the State of Israel. My family moved to the Confederation of Canada about eleven years ago. I am twenty two years old and attend Carleton University, where I major in Criminal Law. I was raised Jewish, and for most of my l...
The April stories I've written are based on a real girl who lived in my dorm hall my freshman year, about ten years ago at a big university in Arizona (you can probably guess it). Our floors were divided between boys and girls and April lived in the floor above mine. Most of the guys from my floor stayed close, and at our fifth year reunion, a bunch of us we...
As-Salamu Alaykum, my brothers and sisters. My name is Jonathan James Korfa. My friends call me J.J. My family hails from the town of Dhamasa in the Gedo region of Somaliland. My father and mother moved to the City of Boston, Massachusetts, where I was born a few years later. I grew up in New England, and lived there for my whole life. One day, my existence...