Summer stomped into the living room where Phil was watching TV. She was grumbling loudly to herself in anger and closed the door behind her harder than she'd intended. It made a booming sound that echoed in the room. At the sound Phil turned to look at her. She could only spit, "I'm going to kill that cat!" "What happened? You look like you're ready to comm...
My name is Ayaan Hussein, and I'm a biracial Muslim woman living in the City of Detroit, Michigan. I was born and raised in the City of Toronto, Ontario, to a white mother, Alexandra "Allie" Valentine and a Somali immigrant father, Kader Hussein. Growing up the daughter of a mixed Muslim couple in Toronto, the most racially diverse town in all of Canada, I w...
"H-How do you want me to do this, exactly?" Jared angled himself strangely at the end of their hotel bed. "Well, how am I supposed to know? You're the one with the thingy that goes inside." Madeline adjusted herself awkwardly, trying to work her Reem Acra gown into position. She wanted a lavish ballroom gown, and that's what she got. Although on the expensi...
My creative writing professor in college once said that without the benefit of experience, a writer cannot begin to create, and that only the right kind of eyes can interpret that experience in a way befitting the reader. My heart immediately sank. I knew that my experience watching "The Real World" and drinking cheap domestic beer at keg parties would not m...
Maya was scared. The priests had come in the middle of the night and ripped her from her family. Her father fought them, even as they told him of the great honor that was being shown to his family. They left him, bleeding on the ground in her mother's arms. She didn't even know if he was alive. They took her to the huge temple in an open wagon. The temple w...
"You're mine, little pet" Those words, hissed into my ear with just the right amount of implied threat. Kei always knows just what to say to make my knees buckle. I feel one arm slip around my slender waist and even with the blindfold on I can still imagine her tattoos warping slightly as her strong muscles flex and move me to the position she desires. Face...
Ok. So now you've found someone you like online. They're cute – going by the picture at any rate and, like Goldilocks' spoon, they're not too big and not too small. You have exchanged a couple of fun, flirty messages and they seem to understand your sense of humour and appreciate it and you. Now what? Now for the run up to the big RL...That is: meeting up...
No spanking in this part as I am setting up the scene for the spankings to come, yes spankings plural as in more than one. The week passed quicker than I thought and on the Saturday morning I dressed in my No.3 Summer uniform consisting of white shorts, white open necked shirt with my branch badge on the right sleeve, my rank badge on the left sleeve and pr...
I often find myself drifting in and out of my head, sometimes for minutes at a time, totally unaware of what's going on around me; my body functioning automatically without whilst my mind is away. I wonder if everybody else does the same. Usually when I drift away it's because of nothing in particular... I'll find myself trying to remember the name of an act...
Adam Brent is the name. Most people just call me Young Adam. I don't know why, but that nickname has stuck with me for ages. I'm a tall, and dare I say good-looking young African man with dark brown skin, curly black hair and pale gray eyes. Anyone looking at me would see a young African-American male. The kind of man that both men and women can't help but f...