A Little R&R: Ch 1: The Big Picture Reno propped himself against one of the main support for the overhead outside the Shinra building. He flicked the flint on his lighter and touched the sparked flame to the tip of his cigarette, drawing the warm smoke into his lungs. He exhaled sharply and turned his attention to his companion and long time partner, Rude....
Steamy bath water robbed their bodies of all urgencies. Paz Duarte nestled against Ian Abercrombie. He formed a bulky cushion between her and the tub. His lap the plinth which erased their height disparity. When she didn't slump Paz could turn and level her hazel eyes with his. When she straightened up, Paz' ass pushed his waist, allowing her to play with h...
In our early married years, Jane was serviced on a regular basis by a Turkish doctor (as described) - he exclusively sodomized her, and used her in the most depraved way (ass to mouth was something of a favourite). This was to change. Owing to our promiscuous lifestyle, Jane was on the pill, as I insisted she perform bareback with strangers - she followed...
As Salam Alaikum, dear readers. How are you today? My name is Fatima Mehdi, and I'm a young Arab woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm in the police foundations program at Algonquin College, and hope to work in law enforcement someday. You don't see a lot of Middle-Eastern women in that field, especially Hijab-wearing ones, but I am a determined s...
I have been recounting two close yet very seperate periods in my life in these stories. One, at the end of high school and that summer leading up to college, takes place at the end of the 70s. The other is a few years into college, in the early 80s. The former was a time of finding myself, sexually, and included a remarkable amount of straight lovemaking w...
As Salam Alaikum, dear readers. My name is Yasmin Aden and I'm a 46-year-old Somali Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I was born in the Puntland region of Somalia. My family moved to Ontario when I was younger, and I haven't left the country since. Hell, asides from routine trips to the cities of Gatineau or Montreal on the Quebec side, I s...
Sometimes goodbye's the only way, Beyza Ataturk told herself as she deleted her ex-girlfriend Manal Ismail from her Facebook. Tearfully the young woman got up and walked out of the computer terminal on the topmost floor of the Boston Public Library on Copley. Sighing deeply, she walked out of the library and walked a few blocks to Commonwealth Avenue, and wa...
I spent a good deal of the early 80’s in the part of the Middle East known as the ‘Levant’ – Lebanon, Israel mostly, plus a few sides trips to places like Egypt and Turkey. It was during this time that I developed an appreciation for Middle-Eastern women with their thick, dark hair, their flashing, almond-shaped deep brown eyes, their olive complexions. And...
The story so far: Flying to the Caribbean to watch part of the England cricket tour of the West Indies I had met and made love with a married woman called Julie, and her twenty year old sister Sara. In between those two delightful events, both sisters joined me for an unexpected ménage-a-trois. The teenage maid Simone, changing the towels, had silentl...
It is an unspoken rule that every village needs a tramp. A village can have all the virtuous women in the world, but without at least one woman who will loosen her morals, it will surely implode. Such was the common wisdom in the island village of Kos. The position had been filled for years by Daphne Rigini, but Daphne eventually got married and became resp...