Im Sooma and I have been writing stories like this for awhile, this story falls under the category of Master and Slave and how the Egyptian wife (Yasmine) is dominated and ordered bad by a pakistani boy (Nawas). She is 23 and he is 20 years old.

Part 1.

My cousin and i had the typical relationship. We never really hugged each other or said i love you to one another. One day we were at my grandmothers house. Her grandmother and my grandmother are sisters. We would always go to the basement and watch tv because it was a old house and there was nothing much to do. At that age we were both sexually curious. I had tried masturbation as every teen boy has. My cousin and i were rough housing and wrestling on the ground and i accidentally grabbed a hold of her breast. She was shocked and so was i. I didnt know what to say but i released it quickly.

I don’t know if I’ll get any “style” points for grammar or punctuation for this story because I’m not a story writer, but it is 100% true and I wanted my wife to see it so that she is reassured that I had a great time last weekend.

A couple of years ago, it became time to get rid of all of Cindy's sexy pics. I guess I should call them sexually explicit pictures, or fuck pix. Sexy pictures are of a girl in a bikini. Cindy was not wearing a bikini or anything else in most of these photos. If anything was worn, it didn't cover the view of either her tits, nor her pussy. Those pictures, at times, also involved a cock or two buried in her . I know that Cindy started to enjoy putting cocks in her ass too, but given that was not my thing I didn't take any pictures of that. I'm sure other people did though especially when there was one cock in her ass and another in her pussy. Cindy's pictures were definitely sexually explicit. They weren't porn. Porn is commercial sex where the action isn't real, real in the emotional sense that is. It's just paid for, an act. Fucking, and sucking cock was fun to Cindy. She enjoyed just being naked, exposing her very private parts, and I liked to watch, and photos allowed me to watch those certain special moments over and over again and enjoy them.

I kept looking at the clock, counting down the minutes until I could punch out. It was 7:55 a.m. and I was ready to go. Now, before I continue, my name is Thomas, and I work 3rd shift. It's usually pretty boring, but today I had plans for the morning after work. Back to the story... the clock turned to 8, and I was on my way out the door and on my way to the best morning of my life.

When I first stared high school, a girl named Denise was always’s going out of her way to completely ruin my day, she would just always find a way to humiliate me or hurt me, even going so far as to locking me inside a small closet for the entire weekend.a few years later I decided to get even with her, me and her always had to do inventory at the School Store on Saturdays (for getting introuble), in a back room that the teacher left us for hours to just count pencils.

This whas where I was getting back,

The Janitor

Chapter 3

DS Oliver sat at his desk, a second cup of coffee going cold in a Styrofoam cup, a skin forming on the surface. He cleared a space, lent back in the chair and put his crossed feet up, his hands clasped behind his head, eyes half closed as he thought about the case.

He had read the diary from cover to cover. He was disgusted at the putrid mind of the Janitor and his complete lack of regard for the women in his block. He thought that the rest of the residents had had a lucky escape by not being attractive to the little worm.