Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, to find my sweetie, Amina Alzahrani, either crying or tossing and turning. That's when I know for sure that she's dreaming of her old life in Yanbu, Saudi Arabia. As liberated as my sweetie says she is, I can see in her eyes that Amina is still haunted by the country and people she left behind. Those nightmares...
"Who in the world am I? Ah, that's the great puzzle." Lewis Carroll "To destroy is always the first step in any creation." ee cummings She asks the wrong questions... Often, she feels the need for names, for boundaries. She pushes to find reason in madness, clarity in passion. Creation lacks comfort, transformation is painful. I answer her questions with...
Walking through the Florida Mall one afternoon with my wife and Nancy, our youngest daughter, I happened to notice a number of people, particularly men, who stopped and stared at Gigi. Now Gigi is quite deserving of a long stare; her full bust, her rounded hips and those lovely legs in a mini-skirt attract a lot of attention. With their mouths hanging half o...
It had been months that I had known him and spent time with him. I had fantasized many times in my mind what making love to him would be like. I had refrained from my desires. How could I approach the subject with him. I had no idea he had some of the same thoughts going through his head as well. When I saw him waiting at the car, I felt a warm sensation gu...
I am a very happy and lucky man. Although I'm not rich or handsome, I am married to the most beautiful woman in the world. We met when she was an eighteen-year-old virgin, I was her first and still her only lover. She may not have a face that could launch a thousand ships, but to me, when she smiles, she brings light into my world. Her body however has no eq...
I'm taking my shower while the girls are upstairs in the bedroom trying on their new outfits. Just thinking about it is making me hard like hell. It takes all the will power that I have not to jerk off. I come out of the shower dry myself up, put on my thick robe and run upstairs imagining the girls trying on skimpy little outfits or sexy underwear. God I'm...
Chapter 10. Stewart. (April 1996) I've stopped at many Travelodge's over the years, some good and some bad, but as my stays are rarely more than a couple of nights at most, the quality of the accommodation is of little concern. The Travelodge I pulled into on this particular day though I remember to have been amongst the better ones. Changing from the flat...
Hello- It seems there is a new fascination with submission in light of the new film and various books. As a Master, I thought I'd help a few of you learn how it actually works. After all, when you think about it, I'm here to help. Many who already enjoy this deviance are treating the film with disdain; I do not. As far as I am concerned, if it has got yo...
I want to kiss you for hours. Soft, wet, open-mouthed, sighing kisses. Feeding on your mouth, offering you mine in return. I want to kiss you until I can't breathe. Until I'm sighing and gasping, but you don't let me get ahead of myself. I want my lips to tingle with the taste of you, my breath to be filled with the smell of you, to live for those moments wh...
The wheels of a giant 747 screeched onto the runway of JFK airport. The airplane taxied to terminal 21 and Mark Simmons left the airplane and tried to find the exit. This in a airport is easier said than done. He asked a porter and he was sent the correct way. Mark Simmons was twenty-seven years old, he had brown hair and of a slightly stocky build. He wore...