This story sort of came to me but I didn't have a clue where it was going so I just started writing it and it led itself where it wanted to. I actually started in the middle and then filled in the beginning and the end. No sex to speak of not very erotic, and it gets a bit bloody at times. Only warning. Not too long ago I posted a story with the disclaimer,...
Punk Rock bands, according to popular belief, I'm not supposed to be into that sort of thing. Supposedly due to my skin tone, I'm supposed to like Rap, Hip Hop and Basketball. Well, I tried these things and they simply weren't for me. My name is Raul Davidson, my friends call me Ra. As in the ancient Egyptian deity known as Ra, King of the Gods. Sounds cool,...
It took all day for Demetrius to find an appropriate spot to anchor his ship. Knowing his journey from the shore of Syria to Babylon would take weeks to complete, if not months, the spot needed to be hidden and it needed to stay hidden for a while. Seeing a tiny abandoned rocky island jutting out of the sea, it was uninhabitable yet perfect for his purposes....
I remember the first time that I saw a Mustang. It was a brand new '64 powder blue with a white top. It was pretty compared to what was around in those days. Many of the new car models were boring until the Mustang added some excitement to the mix. I lusted over Mustang's until I bought my first one in '85, a black GT with a 5 speed and two tone charcoal g...
Author note: this chapter is an edited version of part of my Literotica story 'La Contessa's Slave Girl'. Warning: this chapter contains non-consensual scenes. Chapter 12: Becky A few weeks after the card game, La Contessa invites me to accompany her on a different venture. She's on a mission. She's searching for a loyal female submissive. She wants me to...
Before I begin, I want to thank you all who sent the feedback. You have insired me to continue on. My boys and I arrived at my home in Marietta, Georgia. I wasn't ready for this, and quite frankly neither was America. About twenty minutes after arriving at home, there was a knock on my door. I opened the door to a pair of uniformed Military Police officers....
During a visit to Istanbul, I had occasion to meet a woman in the Hagia Sophia, who took me for coffee in an old Ottoman era town house nearby. the Hagia Sophia. She was a member of the Maronite Christian community from Syria, and worked, undercover, for Mossad, the Israeli Secret Service. Elena, the old woman who owned the house and the coffee shop, was als...
Over the past years, my work has taken me more or less frequently into the Middle East, giving me a chance to see different countries and experience another life culture altogether. Increasingly, I got to know the local customs and had grown accustomed to the fact that that any relation or intimacy with a Muslim woman was strictly off limits. It's not that...
What's up, people? My name is Amelia Salomon, and I'm a French Canadian Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Five-foot-eight, chubby and big-bottomed, with alabaster skin, reddish brown hair and light brown eyes, that's me. I'm a graduate of the computer science programme at La Cite Collegiale, and hope to become a tech entrepreneur someday....
Chapter 1: April, 1998 Jack Loved Janice It was unusual. Janice called and said that they needed to talk soon, using that little girl voice she used when something was very serious. They were engaged to be married. He had asked her just two months ago, and they had gone ring shopping together that night. They'd picked one out but the size was not right-a li...