Looking at the young blonde woman lying in bed next to him, Constantine Al-Sharif was deep in thought. Gently, he kissed her forehead. Sighing, he tried not to think about the past and failed miserably. Born and partly raised in the City of Bousse in the nation of Burkina Faso, Constantine had felt odd his entire life. The son of Jacob Al-Sharif, a Lebanese...
Disclaimer: I do not own The Flash or anything to do with DC. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Caitlin Snow was trying to relax after a long day, but her girlfriend Iris West was pretty much making that impossible. Which was ironic, because Iris was normally good at relaxing her, and making her blissfully happy. But that was t...
Listening to Imam Yousef Kader's sermon and hearing him condemn Western society for its many excesses, I nodded along with the rest of the brothers. At the Sal Al Din Mosque of West London, England, we were used to harsh sermons from preachers whose views often seem at odds with the times in which we live. Hearing them speak about the decadence of the societ...
Lost Days Make for Memories and Decisions I decided to take the afternoon off, go home, and then call Kevin. I grabbed a cold soda from the fridge a box of wheat thins and went out on the back deck with my phone. I'd decided to hold off on beer knowing I had a child inside me. It's the end of February by now and today was one of those teasers for spring s...
Episode 01: The Pilot I will start my journey by discussing my long-term friend Carol, who is a pilot for a major airline. Carol and I first met when we both were cadets in college. Carol was in her second year at the Air Force Academy while I was in my senior year at West Point. Our group traveled by military aircraft to Colorado Springs to play the Falco...
If you read my story, A Little Help for a Friend, you realize my wife and I used a three way to help a friend get back to having sex again after a tragedy. That friend, Julie, wanted to take us to Key West on a wild sexual adventure. All I needed to do was two expensive bikes for her; one a very expensive carbon fiber triathlon bike and the other nice road b...
Another quick short (but true) story to demonstrate the true slutty spirit of Mitzi Owens... Near the end of Mitzi Owens' Jr. year at West Forsyth High, (shortly after her 18th birthday), we were dating hot and heavy. She was behind her classmates by a grade or two due to her military Dads' moving all over the world. She was more than a few years ahead of t...
Disclaimer: I do not own The Flash or anything to do with DC. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Iris West hadn't slept a lot lately. She'd always been a workaholic who pushed herself to a limit on a fraction of the sleep she should be getting, but lately she'd been spending every waking moment looking for someone and trying not...
It has been said that, when you drive across the bridge into Key West, you enter another world. I wasn't sure about that, but I did feel a slow cessation of tension, coupled with the anticipation of a full week with no plans and nothing to do. We had designed the trip that way. My husband Keith and I were both hard chargers. Overachievers, to be sure. We ha...
This story is part of an ongoing series. The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are...