The wind was growing stronger, coming over the little skiff's port beam now in gusts over thirty knots, and the old fisherman working the worn wooden tiller looked back over his left shoulder at the wall of black cloud that had been chasing him since noon. He cast a practiced eye on the approaching headland, then looked down to measure the color of the water...
As I walk through the halls of the University of Ottawa in the Canadian Capital, I see a lot of Arab guys with White girls. I shake my head, and shudder. Why am I doing this? Am I some of racist? Am I intolerant? Far from it. In fact, I could tell you a thing or two about real intolerance. My name is Mona Bagis, and I'm a Turkish Christian woman who recently...
In the eyes of the world, he's the bogeyman, the roughneck athlete, the wild man, the sexual animal. In my eyes, he is simply beautiful. My magnificent Black man. My name is Ariel Adewale, and I'm a young biracial woman of Nigerian and Lebanese descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. My parents and I hail from Southern Nigeria, and we've b...
Tags: Breast Expansion, Transformation, Growth, Bimbofication, Mind Break, Breeding, Interracial, Jihad Disclaimer: The story, all names, characters, and sexual incidents portrayed in this production are purely fictitious and above the age of eighteen. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is int...
Adara Hussein had arrived in London only days earlier, a Syrian refugee she was given asylum as her husband Mohammed, and her three children had been given asylum in Germany having fled from the civil-war, and the rise of Islamic State. Their family was split up on their way to refugee camps in northern- Kurdistan, Adara was torn apart from her family. Her h...
Magic. That's how it began. Usually such a statement brings nothing but foreboding, and I would like to make a statement right now that I have not written this book to make people fear. I have written this treatise for the exact opposite reason, if truth be told. Nine and a quarter centuries ago humans had truly conquered Earth. Of course, the price had be...
Another wintry day in Ottawa, the town that fun forgot. Not for the first time Laila Fatimid wondered why her parents fled their hometown of Abu Kamal, Syria, for frosty Ontario, Canada. Head down against the heavy snowfall, the young woman walked up the hill leading to her neighborhood in the Barrhaven sector. I hate Ottawa, she cursed under her breath. A c...
After more than one year of living in Syria, my love life had turned out to be much more varied than I ever could have expected. Hidden behind a curtain of social norms and religious habits, deep lust and longing had unveiled itself to me and more than once I had deeply gotten entangled in a night of passionate sex with an Arab woman. However, my latest adve...
If I hear one more person call me Mexican, I swear I'm going to smack the shit out of them. I don't care if get booked in for assault, enough is enough. My name is Mariam Hassan, and I approve this message. Sorry, just always wanted to say that. I hear politicians and businessmen say it so many times on Texan television that it's stuck in my head. What can I...
Love and Sex in the Time of the Coronavirus Spring 2020 "It is not a lack of love that drives most marriages apart, but a lack of trust." - Felix Francis in "Triple Crown," 2016 # "Paul, what the fuck is going on?" My wife rarely used profanities before the epidemic. A month of working daily fourteen-hour shifts as a nurse had strained even her Chri...