As Salam Alaikum, dear reader. I thank the Most High for bringing you here. I have something important to share with you. The lives of Muslim women fascinate folks from the outside world, especially in the West. As the eldest daughter of a Libyan immigrant family, I have a complicated life, to say the least. My name is Salwa Zeidan-Harrison, and I am a young...
The only thing nicer than her warm, wet pussy is the feeling I get when she hands me the money. The look on her face is worth a lot to me too. The disgust that plays over her face, the absolute loathing in her eyes as she kneels in front of me to suck my cock. The hatred displayed for me when she opens her legs for me makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside....
There is no sex in this story. It's cold in Minnesota during the winter especially when you're used to the mild weather of Virginia. But it's even colder when you're sleepless and alone. I'm just feeling sorry for myself. God knows I've got it better than most and it's ridiculous for me to feel like this. Still, I do, and even though I'm keeping it togeth...
Have you been following along through chapters one and two? If so, then you know that my mother-in-law, Stella, and myself have on several occasions "accidentially" left the other see them undressing or naked. These events took place thirty years ago when I was 25 and Stella was around 50 years old. I won't completely rehash what took place in the two previo...
"There were seven and a half billion people on planet Earth when that great flying rock, the asteroid hit, now, two hundred and seventeen years later, there's only a few million of us," Thalia said, looking at the tribe of the Nem-Hash-She or Foragers. There were twenty men and seventeen women in the grotto, all of them wearing a combination of decorative me...
The name is Stephen Channing. At first glance, I seem like your everyday average guy. I stand six feet two inches tall, lean, with dark brown skin and pale amber eyes. A proud son of Mother Africa and the British Fatherland, that's me. My father Luther Channing was an Englishman, my mother Edwina Franklin was African-American. They met in Boston during the s...
Asha was newly married to Rajesh Sinha, a young businessman, who had his own auto-parts making factory in the outskirts of Delhi. They lived in a big bungalow with Rajesh's parents. They had just returned from their honeymoon. Asha a voluptuous women had been a virgin before marriage, although she had indulged in heavy petting with a few boys and her house s...
Thank you for your response from the first story. It was so positive that I decided to write a second part to it. If you want, you can read part 1 at http://www.literotica.com/s/was-it-really-her Or just click on the author link and find the story "Was it Really Her" Hope you enjoy the story. ***** Oh shit, it happened again. We had an agreement tha...
"Tell me why you wish to work for the US Attorney, other than the obvious step up," Jake Greenwald said. He was medium height, balding prematurely and had the slight build that was called skinny although twenty pounds overweight and hopelessly out of shape. Lynda Segal kept the smile on her face that she had worn all through the interview with this officiou...
I want to narrate an experience of mine which I had with my father-in-law. I am a 25 year old woman. I've been married since one year. Of course, it's an arranged marriage. My husband works in a private company and I am a house wife. My father-in-law is a widower. He lost his wife long back. Anyone could easily find out on seeing him that he is starved, I me...