Authors Note: Few things to go over before continuing on- please note that this chapter does contain violence, fight scenes and drama. Also sexual themes too, just in case you forgot you were on Literotica. (Gotta cover all my bases here.) If any of these things are offensive to you then please do not continue on- you have been duly warned. Also, this story...
As Salam Alaikum, dear reader. I thank the Most High for bringing you here. I have something important to share with you. The lives of Muslim women fascinate folks from the outside world, especially in the West. As the eldest daughter of a Libyan immigrant family, I have a complicated life, to say the least. My name is Salwa Zeidan-Harrison, and I am a young...
The world was not always this way. Though few remember it, and even fewer choose to speak of it, there was a time when things were different. Before disease ravaged the land. Before the great feminization. Before the influx. Before the Femocracy. It was whispered that once white men had been just that: men. It was nearly impossible to believe, seeming more t...
Prologue: Many centuries prior to the events of the story, in the land of Hyrule, many parties sought to enter the mythical Golden Land, where the omnipotent and omniscient Triforce, a relic believed to have the power to grant the utmost wish of the person who touches it, was rumored to be found. Eventually, the thief Ganon managed to successfully do so, tur...
My name is Carla Brett. I'm a professor of Criminal Psychology at Carleton University in the great city of Ottawa, Ontario. A six-foot-one, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman. Curvy and voluptuous, sensual the way only a Celtic goddess can be. And I'm a sharp mind too. You'll soon discover why. A lot of people find my view of the world to be strange, ev...
You had spent the last eighteen trapped in the Harry Potter universe, and you decided to have a little fun. As it turned out as a guy who existed in the real world you had gained Godly powers in this Universe, so with that in mind you crafted yourself an Identity. You knew that there were no known Children of the Death Eaters Bellatrix and Rudolphus Lestrang...
"Things ought to be different," Charles Antoine said to himself as he walked out of the Best Cuts barber shop, located in the west end of Ottawa. There were five other people, all of them Africans, waiting for cuts when he got off the chair. There aren't that many black-owned barber shops in the west, especially in places like Nepean, Barrhaven or Kanata. Fo...
Nadia had heard of The Dominatrix Order of Femininus since she came of age. Femininus was a city governed by female supremacy in which women ruled over men and kept the men as their slaves. Nadia became aroused whenever she heard stories of the men being whipped, tortured, teased, locked in chastity, and brought to their knees by the Goddesses and Mistresses...
It was called "The French Cafe" which would normally be the kind of place I would avoid but one of my co workers got me hooked on the french vanilla mocha latte. I now went there every Sunday like clockwork placing my order before sitting at my favorite table near the back. I would read my Sunday paper and watch the happenings in the small town I called my h...
When Nina and I awoke again, we were famished, but we managed to shower and groom ourselves well enough first. Like any self-respecting lass, she freshened up quite well, even if she also teased me a bit in both the shower and vanity. More than once, she bent over in the shower and let me see the crack of her arse as well as her delectable buttocks. She even...