Bruce lay back on his bed and contemplated his days work, his deal for support services to the Saudi government had been accepted, guaranteeing Bruce a bonus of over $250,000 and bringing $5 m into his company. He reflected on the major aspects of the negotiations, proving the quality of the services offered and the ability of the individuals involved. He wo...
Amanda Bynes walked out of her apartment, June 25, 2010 and right into a blanket. The actress was quickly subdued and bound and hustled into the rear seat of a large black SUV with its motor running. Once she was successfully locked in place her kidnappers got into the vehicle and sped off into the night. Time passed slowly for Amanda, but after what she h...
If you want it come and get it, I said, stroking my long and thick Black cock while looking at Amina, my gorgeous new wife. My favorite short, skinny Black Muslim chick looked at me nervously. I'm ready for you, I said with authority. She looked at me with a meek expression on her dark, pretty face. If you don't do what I tell you, there will be hell to pay,...
They say you can never go home again, and I guess in my case that's all too true. The name is Abdulaziz Hussein and I'm a young man living in the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario. I was born in the town of Jeddah, in the Western coast of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, to an Ethiopian mother and Saudi father. A year ago, everything in my life was going so we...
Hey y'all. Again, thank you so much for all of the feedback on pt. 2. Even with all of your great guidance, I'm still unsure about how this section will be received. The Horsemaster and Shani's relationship shifts, as does the story's perspective. Writing from the Horsemaster's point of view was enlightening. He showed me another side of himself I hadn't exp...
Qualities one looks for in a husband, now that's easy to define, Maryam Marid thought to herself, smiling. Looking at her lover, Paul Saint-Germain, she ran her hand through his short, kinky hair. All I need is you babe, Maryam said contentedly. Taking her small, delicate hand in his, Paul brought it to his lips. You are my world Miss Yemen, he grinned, appr...
Always hold your head high when walking in the sea of hostility, I say to my grandson Djohar "Joe" Pierrot. Thanks grandma, the six-foot-tall, honey-colored young man says as he gently kissed my forehead. With a sigh, he pulled away from me. Tugging at his collar, he straps on his backpack and gets ready to leave. Enjoy your classes at U of T, I shout to him...
When the Most High sends you a sign, the least you could do is heed His words. My name is Nadiya Al-Najjar and I'm a young woman of Emirati descent living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. I'm an international student at the University of Toronto, studying business administration. My parents, Fatima and Adnan Al-Najjar were hesitant to allow me, their sole da...
"To be a Chechen Muslim woman is to fight when it feels like the entire world is against you," said Maaret Salamovich, and with that, the young woman walked out of the manager office with her head held high. No use crying over spilt milk, or so the western cliché went in such situations. As far as Maaret was concerned, Walter, the Tim Horton's manager could...
The astute reader will see some apparent inconsistencies between the implied era of the story and other cultural references. C'est la vie! ***** My name is Dick. I am a dick and I got one. A trifecta, if you will. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Dick Taggart, Private Investigator. At least that's what the sign on the door says. Mostly, I track down cheat...