"And what do you see in my future?" the stunningly beautiful girl in the sparkling yellow dress asked, her hand stretched out across to me. Conversation at the table died as I wondered what to do. I did not know this person, and here she was giving me her hand, ostensibly to read her stars. In our native country, Pakistan, this was a serious breach of inter-...
If my family knew I were doing this, they'd kill me and then dig me up and kill me all over again. Oh, well. What they don't know can't hurt them. My name is Rana Al-Sharif and I'm a young woman of Saudi Arabia descent living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. I'm in my first year at Humber College, and I've experienced a brand new world since moving to Ontari...
This chapter is a little less monster, and a bit more lesbian. Hope you enjoy! As always, a rating and comment go a long way x CW: excessive cum, distortion, fisting, sex slave, non-con -- Toes dragging through the dirt, Kat was led by the guards, burly and strong as they were, to the girls' den. Their string hands and commanding grip made her a litt...
Note: The first installment of Barcelona beauties describes all the characters and how the story began. Things continued though October. It was still warm enough for Kiraz to lay out naked for me during the day but one day she said: "this doesn't excite me as much anymore." At this I feared losing my sexy model but Kiraz continued, "there's no real ris...
Growing up in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec, Timothy Jean-Pierre had access to all kinds of sexy ladies since he was a good-looking young Black man. Still, there were certain ladies which most players in town considered off-limits. Hijab-wearing Somali women and Arab women. The few White women who wore the hijab after going all Muslim and stuff di...
She had to make haste with her chores; she did her morning run faster than usual. Checking in on her chickens, she said a quick hello instead of taking the time to catch a few and pet them. Back in the house she rushed through a quick shower, forced to towel dry and blow dry her hair. Quickly setting the hot rollers, she glances at the clock: 7:30 am. Select...
9: Ulrika Toward the end of the winter break, I was walking through the neighborhood of the Raval one day and came across a Pakistani jewelry store. I noticed a box of silver toe rings in the window, marked with surprisingly low prices. I immediately thought about how they would look on Yara and Farah and felt a twinge in my cock. Then I thought: why not ge...
Loving him is ill-advised, she told herself for the thousandth time as she looked at the picture of herself standing next to the one she loved the most. They were too different, she reminded herself. Yet from the first time she laid eyes on him in that Sociology class in September 2011, she couldn't stop thinking about him. In the eyes of most people, she wa...
Right now, I can't talk because I've got my mouth on Farah Al-Rashid's ear and we're making out in a movie theater but I've got a tale I'd like to share with you. My name is Dwight Hollister. I'm a young Black man living in the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario. I'm originally from the City of Boston, Massachusetts, but got sent here by my parents for scho...
So you call yourself pro-Black, a proud Muslim sister and Afro-centric and all that shit, but you still lust for White Christian flesh? I find that kind of funny. Ah, the many contradictions of Black Muslim women who secretly crave White Christian cock. My name is David James Lincolnshire, and I'm a young Englishman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of...