Part 9. I shall focus on what happened a good four months on and after Part 11 of "Matt becomes Mattie" so I am a little out of 'synch' with that as a chronology. My mass taking that I described in my Part 8 left me whacked on the Sunday. I woke up feeling soiled and still reeking of spunk but still had some sensuous sex with Mariam and Duncan. The rest...
This is a sequel to my first story Ayisha's Escapades Part 1, https://www.literotica.com/s/ayishas-escapades-pt-01. Ayisha is a Punjabi Pakistani Housewife on a sabbatical exploring her sexuality like never before. She's married to Hassan, rich and handsome, with a past 'history' of homosexuality. She measures 32C-25-35. This series aims to illustrate her es...
My birth name is Bethany Parker, but I recently changed it to Anisah Amal to Anwar reflect a change in my identity. I am an English-born Caucasian woman and a former atheist and former feminist who converted to Islam. It shocked a lot of my friends and family members, especially since for many years I raged against the very idea of organized religion. Now I...
My life was really empty before I met Mohammed Hassan. Seriously. I was living in North London, England. The town where I was born, yet a place where I always felt like an outcast. Being a five-foot-eleven, 260-pound woman in a world built for slender girls will do that to you. It seemed to me that the world was simply not made for someone like me. I have bl...
"There is an exciting Club I wish to introduce you to," he told me. "Oh Janet will enjoy that," I said. "Oh no, it is not that sort of club." Abdul continued. "You wouldn't want her to go there." "Oh?" "Well it is a sort of Arabic night club. Not the sort of place to take your wife," he laughed. "Oh!" I exclaimed. "That sounds interesting. How is i...
EPILOGUE Many years had passed... The young, rather tall and slender black woman had turned 18 a few months before. She was standing beside her groom under the large white tent that had been set up on the perfectly maintained large lawn. It was a beautiful sunny day, albeit scorching hot. The young bride was drenched under her immaculate white bridal abaya...
I'll never forget what it was like living in Baghdad. Back in the early days of the U.S. invasion, the whole country was in chaos. For those of us living in the shantytowns and slums, it was a time of great danger... and great opportunity. Sure, we had to worry about mobs, looting and stray artillery, but with so many citizens fleeing the city, even fleeing...
Chapter 7 – Recovery {AUTHOR'S NOTE: - Apologies to my few ardent fans about the delay in publishing Chapter 7 of Emma's Saga. Blame holidays, pressure of work, lack of time for research, and writer's block – in no particular order. Emma doesn't get fucked a lot in the next few chapters, but I'm still developing some important characters. Chapters 8 to 11 f...
Hi all, it's me again, Shazia. I am back in the UK and earlier this year gave birth to my second baby, a girl. She's a real beauty, she's got green eyes and really fair skin just like me. You will hopefully know who the father is from my previous posts so I won't have to go through all that again. Since I was back in the UK, I initially remained faithful t...
© copyright, Raymond Descheneaux, 2019 * Long ago, Norse raiders established a settlement in our country. Eventually, we drove them out, but not before they had impregnated some local women. That is why occasionally a child is born who possesses blond hair. Some years ago, such a boy was born into the royal family. Unfortunately, when he came of age and be...