Can a Muslim lesbian be addicted to sex? I am honestly starting to think so. My name is Amina Khalid, a young Somali Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, and a while ago, I discovered the truth about myself. I am a Muslim woman, I am queer, and a dedicated student at Algonquin College in suburban Nepean. Oh, and I have something which I must c...
As the episode ended Cindy took one last drag of her cigarette and crushed it out in the ashtray, smoke still escaping her young lips. "I got to head." She said getting up to leave. I said my goodbyes as Siobhan walked her friend to the door. When she returned my sister grabbed her cigs and led me to the bedroom. We laid in bed smoking another joint. I de...
As a writer sometimes your mind wanders to a "wouldn't it be weird if" type scenarios and in this story I have tried to explore how a woman might feel in a man's body, and vice versa. I fully accept that the vehicle used to make it happen is a little far fetched, or perhaps it can be chalked up to 'artistic license.' Hope you enjoy and any constructive feedb...
I love my wife. That is, of course, I love Sydney. Sydney's wonderful, she's amazing, you know Sydney. But Rosalyn, my ex-wife—okay, I love her too. What can I say, the heart's not one of those computer-machines that just boops and beeps. It sings, it makes its own music, and I never quite could stop seeing all the great things about Rosalyn I fell in love w...
Apparently, Somali Muslim lesbians don't exist. Hmm, that's news to me because I see one every time I look in the mirror. My name is Halima Ali, and I'm a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I study bio-chemistry at the University of Ottawa, and I'm also fairly active on the campus LGBT scene. Indeed, I'm the only Musli...
This story is fictional. All persons depicted are over the age of 18. All names have been changed to protect identities. This is a sequel to my previous stories. If you haven't already read them, you may want to. *DISCLAIMER This story does include instances of lesbian incest, smoking, and piss. If that's not your thing, stop reading right here. If that i...
My female smoking fetish goes back years and every so often I find women happy to indulge me. Let me tell you about the latest time. I was on holiday on a small Caribbean island. I was sitting in an open-air restaurant having breakfast when I noticed two women sitting at another table in front of me. One was quite a lot younger than the other and I thought t...
I sat at my favorite table smoking when Lilly showed up to ask if I needed anything. I asked for a bottle of Perrier and she smiled and said "Right away Mr. Bob." I sent off a few emails, sent some pictures of the new place to my wife and then scrolled through my WeChat deleting all the whores wanting to connect then checked my Whatspp. I had a message from...
Prologue This book currently consists of 28 chapters with another 9 or more chapters to be added as they are written. The basic story theme revolves around a guy who is desperately trying to stop smoking. He has tried everything from pills to patches and even hypnosis – to no avail. He even went so far as to investigate and attempt to stop smoking using acu...
Mistress Ursula sat in her high backed throne. As usual she looked aloof, serene, confident, perfect. She was wearing black patent leather knee-high boots with polished steel 5-inch spike heels. A close observer would have detected a slight discolouration near the tip of those heels. Clearly the slave had inadequately washed his own blood from them with his...