(Schodt – Angel No. 8 Original Mix. Music begins @ here). Kate Kane looked downwards quizzically at her dresser, the redoubtable Raldi M'Raldi - the highly modern English-raised and educated, Sudanese private couture and bespoke fashion expert. “Are you sure?” She asked. “Oh yes.” He replied with supreme confidence. “But are you sure,” she re-iterated, q...
Wow, I'm excited about this story. I had a blast writing it, smashing it out in one fast session. On the reread, I still love it & didn't change it much. I think it was so easy because this one really came from the heart. It is fiction but could easily be real: a resonance. Given the power these ancient Arabs enjoyed, we would easily and naturally adopt the...
"I wear the Hijab, and I also take dicks in every hole I've got, what I do with my body is my business, old man, deal with it," Afaf Abdelaziz said with a smirk, and she licked her lips and looked defiantly at the short little preacher, and with that, she walked out of the community center. With her head held high, Afaf made her way down the hill, and for th...
Ronnie leaned back in her task chair and watched the poor tattooed girl struggle against her repeated violation. She would scream and moan, struggling against her bondage even as she felt her hips begin to betray her to the rhythmic purring of the sybian. Ronnie's head snapped back – she was exhausted. None of them had slept in almost 48 hours – since before...
When I spoke with Cassie by phone a few weeks ago I said I would drive to Asheville to see her and promised to do whatever she wanted for her fifty-fourth birthday. I assumed she would name a favorite restaurant, but instead, she wanted me to take her on a cross-country road trip -- a trip I was eager to make. I knew from hearing her voice I would do anythin...
Chapter 4 — WEDNESDAY — A problem solved Nikolay Volkov was awake early. It was a habit he'd never been able to break. The Russian only needed four or five hours sleep to get by, although he'd hardly slept at all last night. His plan was set to go and everything had to fall in place like clockwork. He'd driven himself to his office, calling Angela on the w...
Everyone in this fantasy is over eighteen years of age. If I unwittingly upset Muslim sensibilities in any way, I should point out that I am not a Christian, or anything else! It is a work of pure fantasy, and continues the story beginning with part 1. When, alter my first appearance in public, I got back to Madrid, I felt quite well rested. Sam had shown...
Karida Barak cowered in the dark corner of the Riyadh prison cell that she'd been thrown into weeks before... she couldn't recall exactly how long she'd been there. The whole experience had just turned into some horribly surreal nightmare that she couldn't seem to wake up from... She was numb for the moment... her body was no longer suffering the hunger pan...
ITS ALL ABOUT IMAGE A Power Broker Story. An entertainment for Adults only. By James Anderton. The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY, and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further. ------------------------------------------------- Previous stories in the...
The Eighth Day "So, we finally leave tomorrow?" Zalen answered Talyar's question with a nod. Closing the book in front of him he leaned back in his chair. "The seven day mourning period ended yesterday so I am now free to move on without making seven new enemies. I honestly have no idea if some of my... umm, wives are going to join us or not but I had to...