Tanzila and Seidah chatted away merrily as the car drove through the gates of the restaurant car park. Both women were really excited at the prospect of a fun filled Muslima hen night of food, games and laughter. Being hijabi girls neither drank alcohol, although there would be drinks for kuffor colleague ladies that were coming from Tanzila's office. Seida...
Four months and ten days, had said Abida. It has been a very busy period of time for the three of us. Of course, my work as CEO kept me quite active. Apart from that, Master Faisal had asked me to help Abida with her preparations for the wedding as such and the banquet that was to follow. This was to be an "intimate" wedding, the number of guests being limi...
© copyright, Raymond Descheneaux, 2019 * For many reasons, travel in the desert regions of northern Africa is hazardous. Lions inhabit the scrub lands and leopards prowl the oases; raiders attack caravans that ply the Darb el-Arba trade route; and religious fanatics who live on our western border kidnap women. So whenever members of the royal family leave...
© copyright, Raymond Descheneaux, 2019 * In the western desert, near the north coast of Africa, lies the city of Marrakesh. Two hundred years ago, the peace-loving people of this region were conquered by a radical sect that believed in a single, all-powerful god. This inscrutable deity forbade all forms of sexual pleasure. Sinners were regularly denounced...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex. ***** Disclaimer: This story contains strong language and use of racial slurs, big cocks, tits and ass. Not realistic at all. If you are looking for realism or if you are easily offended then this story is not for you. Some Useful words to know before you read the story: Hijab-...
Faisal is increasing His control over Beth and Wayne, whose lives are taking a new turn. For new readers of this series, it is of course recommended to start reading at the beginning. This series of fiction might be of interest to readers who enjoy interracial sex stories with a religious twist. Otherwise, please just pass on. I was at work for about an hou...
© copyright, Raymond Descheneaux, 2019 * It was customary for Grandmother, my Grandfather's highest-ranking wife, to assign a color to each woman to serve as the theme of her sexual wardrobe. Hers was royal purple, as befitted a queen. Mine was red, and as I was fond of rich and elaborate clothing, especially the niqabs that covered my face and the abayas...
Everybody thought I was insane when I accepted the job as the private tutor of 8-year old Ahmed. His mother had been a beautiful Englishwoman who died in childbirth and now his father thought it was time for Ahmed to learn English and start getting prepared for Eton. I didn’t know much about their country and I didn’t speak their language, but I was desperat...
The first time Kip saw Fatema was in the gardens of the Women's College in Ras Al Khaimah, a small town an hour's drive north of Dubai in the Emirate of the same name. He was being shown around by his new colleague Del, a likable Australian who taught Business English and who'd been appointed his buddy teacher; that's someone who shows a new teacher the rope...
I do not know why I was bothering to look for my Abaya, the traditional long sleeves ankle length Muslim dress. The chances of me staying in it once my meeting was over were slim My Hijab however would remain on. I adjusted it as I looked in the mirror, yes it would remain until one of the men wanted to deliver the final humiliation and remove it My name i...