Another hot midsummer night in the City of Minneapolis, Minnesota. In the suburbs, for one Somali-American couple and their visitor, things were about to get even hotter. I want to see you suck his Turkish cock, Alimah Yassin told her husband Abdikarim. There was a brief hesitation on Abdikarim's part and he locked eyes with his wife Alimah, who put her hand...
With a swift swing of my bayonet, I cut the head off a large zombie. In mortal life, the creature had been a tall and chubby, forty-something white male, and it was still wearing the faded blue mechanic's overalls it had on when it died and reanimated after been bitten. The severed head fell on the ground, and I tossed it aside after bisecting the brain. Now...
Good Lebanese girls don't suck black dick, I silently told myself as I wrapped my lips around Gary Davilmar's long and thick cock. Sitting on the bed, the burly young Haitian groaned in pleasure and ran his hand through my long, curly black hair. I looked up at Gary and he winked at me, silently urging me to continue. I'm already on my knees so I might as we...
My name is Ibrahim Al-Mahdi. I am a six-foot-tall, lean and athletic guy with light bronze skin, curly Black hair and dark eyes. I was born in the City of Khitan in Kuwait, one of the wealthiest Arab countries out there. My family has been living in the region of Ontario, Canada, since the 1980s. I consider the City of Ottawa my home. Even though I was raise...
A middle-aged East Asian woman with straight, black hair and olive skin, dressed in a dark, fitted suit and holding paperwork walked through the door and into the well-lit room, where a middle-aged male official who wore a standard uniform, salt-and-pepper hair and beard on beige skin, sat at the table, opposite three young women. They had all been question...
So far in my story, I have revealed how I made a daring proposition to two eighteen year old students, who were in need of cash to pay for an expedition to Mauritius in return for being my friends with benefits. This little tale is taking you back to the autumn, on a day in September when I had been seeing the girls for a few weeks. I would now like to share...
What's up people? Stefano Saint-Mathieu here. Technically, I'm supposed to leave work around seven in the morning but I almost never do. The bus heading to Nepean stops by the Bank Street building where I work overnight security around six thirty five, and I try my best to catch it. Otherwise I'd have to wait for the next one at six forty five, and in the fr...
Abu Khaled woke up, sweating profusely. The big and tall Black man looked around for a moment, feeling disoriented, before he remembered where he was. He was in his apartment in the town of Orleans, in the Ontario region of Canada. He was safe. It was all a dream, he told himself. For months now he'd been having those dreams. And these dreams were so damn in...
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...
Hijab-wearing Muslim girls can do all the things that "normal" girls can do, and so much MORE. If anyone tells you otherwise, don't believe them. Just ask me, Khadija Hussein, the Syrian Goddess of metropolitan Ottawa, province of Ontario. Don't believe me? Let me tell you about what I did last Friday after finishing my prayers in the Masjid. I finished my p...