One of the problems in Islam is Muslim women. Frankly, they're too damn submissive, and as a Muslim man, I can't stand that type of behavior in a woman. That's why I married a bossy Muslim woman. Let me tell you how we met. My name is Ali Mustapha and I'm a black man of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I was born in the City of Cornwall,...
A few years after I graduated from high school, I took PE swimming classes at the local university. There were only six of us girls in the class, and we would walk over to the university pool in the afternoon and swim with the frosh class and, more or less, blended in with everybody else. Our swim instructor was very pregnant and, after six months, we were t...
As I lay there sleeping I began to dream, at least I thought I was dreaming, it was strange. I was so relaxed that I fell asleep but yet my senses were so alert that it was as if I was conscious of everything around me. The sun shone down on my naked body warming and drying my skin, and I could hear the birds singing and the light breeze as it whispered thro...
My first story, lemme know how shit or fantastic or absolutely in between it is! ***** We were out in the woods, running free as if we were teenagers again. Well we weren't much older than teenagers but just the same, it felt good to be free of all restrictions if just for a while. We had the entire weekend out here to ourselves. We could do whatever we wa...
I woke from the dream hungry and empty. My body wanted satisfaction that only happened in my mind... The room was dark with the moonlight playing tricks on the wall. I remember a sensation on my face and reaching up to find a mask covering my upper profile. My dress whispered against my skin with each slow step I took. It felt glorious, like a new lover's c...
1 They were old friends, from working together 20 years ago, and had shared a lot of life but in a still casual way. Over the years, each of them had changed careers and jobs, divorced and remarried, and seen children grow up. It had been years since they met, although they had emailed and kept in touch online. Her husband had died a few years back, he had...
Note: This is a story about adult sexual activity intended for adults. Everyone in this story is over eighteen. While the events in this story are based on true experiences some names have been changed and times have been compressed for this format. The events took place prior to the need for safe sex due to current epidemic of STDs. Susan broke up with...
She is sitting at the computer and wondering what it is that her husband does so late every night. She doesn't know where to begin but she knows she has to find out. She is a little afraid, as the questions roll in her mind. The thoughts are making her tremble, "what if I find something I don't want to find?" she says aloud into the silence of the empty room...
Insanity runs in my family. Despite that fact, every Monday for the past two — no, three — years, my psychoanalyst Chamomile (yes, like the tea!) has told me the same thing: "Leonard, you're not nuts. You're not crazy. You're not a lunatic. You simply have some issues we need to work out." Several sessions ago, however, after diagnosis of and treatment fo...
Scene 1: Interior, Day. Olim meminisse juvabit. The Latin tag swam lazily to the surface from the depth of his subconscious. One day we will look back and rejoice. He chuckled at the irony of that particular piece of Ovid coming to mind at this time. He was more used to quoting the 'dirty bits'. The doubtful benefits of a classical education. Reaching for t...