The day I met Stephen Lemieux is the day my life changed forever. My name is Afaf Al-Rahman and I’m a woman with a story to share with you. I was born in the harsh environs of metropolitan Najran, Southwestern Saudi Arabia, and moved to the City of Makkah in the Al Madinah region during the eleventh summer of my life. My parents, Aref and Mona Al-Rahman work...
I awoke feeling warm sun on my face. I looked over to see the time on my bedside clock but it wasn't there. I wondered where I was, for a second. Oh yeah, I'm at a cabin. Joanna's cabin. Oh…I remembered the rest of it, what I had done last night. The smell of fresh coffee coming through the door is what finally got me up. Joanna was sitting at the table...
A while ago, in the beautiful nation of Pakistan, a remarkable young Muslim woman named Salwa Khan made a life-changing discovery about herself. Something she'd been hiding from herself for far too long became obvious to her and she accepted it at last. Fate meant for me to do extreme things and I am finally okay with that, Salwa Khan realized. Salwa was bor...
Our story starts in 1980. That was the year that Floyd and I graduated from Business College, and got married. Since we were good Catholic kids who were taught that contraceptives were sinful, we got pregnant; boom, boom, boom, boom, boom. All were wonderful girls. Floyd had a job as engineer for Norfolk & Salem RR, right here in Roanoke. When my youngest st...
"So... What are you wearing?" Cynthia glanced down at her comfortable, baggy trousers with the elasticated waist, and wiggled her toes inside well-worn carpet slippers. "Mmm..." she began, doing a rather dodgy Mae West impression, "Why dontcha come up and see me sometime? Silk stockings and suspenders, high heel shoes... and a skimpy bra and panties set - b...
Tabitha had a thing for sucking cock. She had a reputation for being the best cocksucker around. Of course this linked right into another reputation or her being a slut. She didn't mind being talked about, she also didn't mind stealing anyone's boyfriend who talked about her behind her back. Really, she couldn't help herself. She loved the feel of a long har...
I'm standing in the arrivals lobby of Dublin airport; waiting for a woman I haven't seen for 23 years. I have jelly legs and dizzy spells. I have flights of fancy and fugues. I don't know what I'm doing here. I don't know who called this meeting. I can't even remember what I'm doing in this country. I know she's coming. It would too late to walk away. I'm s...
(Although this story stands alone it does briefly refer to the first instalment (Miss Jameson)) * My name's Jim; I'm 34, 6 foot, average build and looks, single, footloose and fancy-free. I'm a doctor – specialising in orthopaedics in a private clinic in London. I drive a black Mercedes SL55 AMG sports car, and own my own flat in a block in an upscale area...
I bought that house in 1999. Actually, I nearly stole it. It had belonged to an elderly couple who built it in 1951, and then lived in it until they had to go to a nursing home in 1997. Their sister was handling their affairs and the house was dated and she wasn't able to sell it. I bought it for about fifty five percent of the appraised market value, becau...
This is what its come to. Goddamned marriage-counsellor. Katie-Anne does look good though. Real Good. Her breasts are delicious. When we see her normally she's wearing her baggy down time clothes, not trying to look sexy, but underneath she's got a hot little figure. Those nipples are just peachy. She's smiling, embarrassed but not enough to back out on the...