Unlike Sajid, I had no compunctions in stripping my wife completely naked. Within seconds I was inside her, fucking her warm cunt. I got the feeling that her cunt was a bit looser than usual, but I put it down to my imagining things. No matter how big Sajid's dick was, it could not stretch her so much in a matter of days, could it? And even if it had, it mad...
After my sexual awakening, my life became one of contradictions. I gathered a wardrobe of identical looking burqas, but each one fulfilled a different kinky niche. I had some made of an imperceptibly finer material that showed off my body with the sun behind me, one that had Velcro panels that could be removed to expose my tits, ass and pussy, I even had one...
A lot of people don't know the difference between a niqab and a burqa (and most acquainted with Muslim culture don't care either way). A niqab is just a face and head veil, usually worn with modest clothing. The burqa is a wide gown that starts from the top of the head and forms effectively a tent from there to the ground. The distinction is important for me...
Copyright Oggbashan June 2004 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This story is not intended to represent any particular Muslim pract...
Nisha is a 20 year old girl living in Chennai in southern India. She is 5'6" with beautiful white skin and a lean figure. She has a 34B size breasts. She is tall and has a great round ass. She is a looker but she is shy and innocent outward. She lives with her family. Her dad Sameer is an accounts manager in a private firm. Her mom Parveen owns a shop se...
Disclaimer: This story is fictional and any relation to real-world events is coincidental. All characters are above 18. Being from a multicultural family, it's not my intention to hurt anyone's religious sentiment. If you cannot digest inter-religious sex, please stop and try something else. - Haseena walked carefully so as to not reveal any part of her sk...
Nisha's mother had been nagging her to wear a saree for some time. It is a traditional wear, she must wear or atleast know how to wear one before getting married. To wear a saree one must need a blouse. The blouse comes from the shoulder to below the breasts. That week she told her mother about wearing a saree. Her mother was excited to hear it. The next d...
Copyright oggbashan July 2010 I was hot, tired and appalled by the stories I had just filed as a reporter. I had been sent to Kabul, Afghanistan to find stories about women still being abused under the current NATO backed regime. Although I had interviewed many women, all of whom wanted complete anonymity, almost all admitted that life had been much worse...
[This is a continuation of my previous attempt in writing a story. It is about Komal, an Indian housewife aged twenty-nine, whose one act of transgression leads to a process of further transformation and the next step from being a faithful wife to gradual infidelity and promiscuity even though there is some reluctance in the beginning. Her life is on the thr...
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...