The Kingdom of Hafizar, which is bordered by Kuwait to the north, the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia to the South and is considered the smallest of the Gulf States, stands at the doorway of progress and peril. The Kingdom has a population of three million inhabitants, most of them centered in the three major cities, Al-Mokhtar, Behar and Thobar. Ninety percent of t...
Hello, everybody! My name is Dahab Mokhtar, and I am a woman with a story to share with you. I was born in the City of Bareg, in the Asir Province of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. My family moved to the City of Ottawa, the Capital of Canada, eleven years ago. I am twenty three, and in six months I will graduate from the University of Ottawa with my Master's d...
"It's my life," Stanley Thurgood said to himself, and the big and tall, dark-skinned young African American man looked at the OC Transpo bus that sped away, leaving him stranded across the street from the Walmart located on Innes Road, in the east end of Ottawa, Ontario. The 94 bus sped through the highway, going toward the West End. Stanley knew that he wou...
I shudder as I feel Charleston Winston's dick slide into my backdoor. I can't believe I let him talk me into this. It's sick, it's dirty and oh so naughty. By Allah, I mean, by God I'm loving it! My name is Fathiyah Al-Fatah. A tall, slim and curvy young woman of Saudi Arabian descent living in the beautiful City of Hartford, in the State of Connecticut. Rig...
The City of Ottawa, Ontario, had been Zainab Ali's residence for the past six months. She'd moved there from her hometown of Al Qahirah, Egypt, intent on obtaining a Master's degree in Technology Innovation Management at the University of Ottawa. She already had a bachelor's degree in Civil Engineering from the University of Melbourne, back in Australia. In...
This story has a bit of truth to it, but it did not quite happen the way I tell it below, but I can always wish, right? None of the names are true and this is totally fiction. Thanks Sunny for your suggestions! ***** Retirement wasn't all it was cracked up to be! I really began to miss the day-to-day events of going to the office and inter-acting with my c...
Talsiha looked out from her 10th floor apartment across the Bruxelles skyline. She could see in the distance the traffic jam with police cars, ambulance and fire trucks at the front surrounding the train station. Another evening in the city and another terrorist bomb. She shivered in the January evening chill and pulled her silk robe closer around her larg...
Right now, all kinds of wonderful things are happening in our parlor. My name is Samuel Xavier, and I'll be your host for the sensual debaucheries of this evening. Who am I? Just a big and tall Black man of Haitian descent in my late twenties who gets off on all things of a sexual nature. Tonight, I have a special show for you. It's called playing with taboo...
"Salaam, Bonsoir, Monsieur Claude," said the hostess at Assad's Palace, and Claude Ferdinand smiled pleasantly at Asma Assad, wife of the late owner Ali Assad. The six-foot-tall, curvy, attractive, fifty-something Arab lady, who had a few silver streaks in her long dark hair greeted him with her customary warm smile, and Claude greeted her in kind. It's am...
Outspoken feminist. Proud lesbian. Women's issues author. Staunch liberal. Title IX supporter. Women's rugby coach. Odd are the paths that led me to Allah, my brothers and sisters. My Christian name was Meredith Janet Hawthorne. My friends called me M.J. Recently I changed my name to Fatuma Al-Shabar. Changing my name to fully reflect my Muslim identity. I a...