Call me Mak, because I know that for you Westerners, the Somali ethnic name Makkah is tough to pronounce. My name is Makkah Abdullah and I was born in the City of London, England, to Somali immigrant parents. These days, I attend Brunel University, where I study Criminal Justice in preparation for a career in law enforcement. Being Black, British and Muslim...
"Go get our drinks." Jamie instructed Luna, raising her voice to be heard over the raucous laughter, dirty jokes, arguments, bets, long-winded stories and one-line quips. Luna raised one delicately arched eyebrow in contemptuous questioning. "Go on!" Jamie urged at her hesitation. "This kind of place doesn't do service, and we're thirsty. Aren't we, girls?"...
Linda removed the harness and spread her pussy lips so that Janet could suck on her large clit. She instructed Janet to put a couple of fingers in her pussy and this helped to bring her closer as she massaged her own caramel breast and pinched her dark chocolate nipples. Linda began to cum hard and her pussy gushed all over Janet's face. "I take it that I...
This story is dedicated to that person that sent me feedback saying that I have a bad view of people with weight problems. When I said in a previous story that I'd always wondered how obese people have sex, I meant straight obese people. Or gay obese men. I can't see how somebody's cock would be long enough to get past all the fat. I don't wonder about how...
I was eighteen and had just become a nanny when I got my first placement with a wealthy young family who lived not far from my family, so it seemed like the perfect situation. I looked after their two young children and they were very generous toward me. After working for them for three months John and Cindy, the parents, told me that they were moving to Ger...
The adventure started when my parents decided that they were going to go on holiday to Italy. I figured it would be a great idea to stay at home and make the most of the fact that I would be alone in the house for two weeks. However my dastardly plans were shot full of holes when my mother told me that her friend Laura would be coming down to London for a we...
The week after talking to Professor Keller was a blur. I went to class but felt like a zombie. I walked passed women talking or holding hands and just looked straight head avoiding all contact. I barely talked to anyone at all. That weekend Heather and I stayed home again with Tammy dodging any invitations to parties or dates. Even with them I felt disconnec...
I started going to the gym with her before we went swimming, Sheila was a very feminine woman for a lesbian, what is called a 'lipstick lesbian' I suppose, and encouraged me to dress for her in more feminine ways too. She didn't like me to wear jeans or slacks other than when we went walking, or to the gym and swimming pool. That was about the only time she...
'You're infuriating,' Eloise mumbles softly under her breath as she grasps her girlfriend's wrist to pull her along. 'I can't believe you, you're always making me late. Why did I even move in with you again?' They had left the apartment minutes before, literally minutes. So, by the time the two had scaled downstairs, left the building and walked to the corn...
This is my first story, judge as harshly as you want. I am still figuring out the editing stuff so sorry for my mistakes. If you like it enough, I'll make 2 more parts. ***** For a year now I've been looking at one girl in particular. I've always known I was a lesbian, and when the time came to come out it was easy. Most of my relatives knew before I came...