She sighed at me, perusing my choice of items from the sex exhibition in the paper bag. "Why?" "Because they are all awesome," I cried excitedly. "I've read about this and ..." "Yes, I know you've read about it," my lover muttered calmly and ran her hands through her flowing red hair. "We discussed this and ..." "Come sit down," she cooed, calmly. I felt...
The first time I saw her at the Vietnamese Student Club, I knew I had to have her. The tall, curvaceous and golden brown sister with the killer booty and sweet smile simply took my breath away. At the time, I was dating a Vietnamese chick named Miranda Nguyen, a romance that was doomed to fail since Asian parents seem to hate seeing their daughters with Blac...
My name is Alimah Amal Hassan. I was born and raised in the City of Al-Karameh in the Kingdom of Jordan. My family moved to the region of Ontario, Canada, about ten years ago. Today, I turn twenty two. I'm a third-year student at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa. I have a lot to be thankful for today. Seriously. I live in the greatest country in the...
I love the taste of Arab pussy in the morning, I thought to myself as I spread my sweetie Safiya Mahmoud's thick, sexy legs and inhaled her cunt's sharp scent. Eagerly I buried my face between her legs, and began eating her pussy like a hungry man. The bed shook as Safiya moaned and groaned while I pleasured her. "Slow down, Yousef, no need to rush," Safiy...
My name is Ayaan Hussein, and I'm a biracial Muslim woman living in the City of Detroit, Michigan. I was born and raised in the City of Toronto, Ontario, to a white mother, Alexandra "Allie" Valentine and a Somali immigrant father, Kader Hussein. Growing up the daughter of a mixed Muslim couple in Toronto, the most racially diverse town in all of Canada, I w...
Author's Warning: Story contains male/male/female (and all possible permutations thereof) sex and relations. If you're going to be obnoxious about the male/male best take your homophobic stupidity elsewhere. If you're cool with it, read on. ***** I awoke to a world of sensations. From behind me, I felt warm breath on my neck, then a hot mouth, then hands c...
I stared at the text message on my phone as my son played alone in the sandbox. 'Having a wonderful time. Thank you for everything,' it read. Innocuous enough if anyone read it, but like an onion there were dozens of hidden layers. The simple truth was that my friend was thanking me for saving her marriage. That's right, without a degree, without any experie...
12-31-2016 He said he didn't know what to get me for my birthday. So I actually worked up the courage to tell him what I wanted. That I wanted to be more than a girlfriend even though I knew we could not marry until all the kids were grown. He said getting engaged meant you would get married, that he doesn't want that then he told me no. Guess that answered...
I am anxiously awaiting your arrival. We haven't seen each other in ... I don't know.... 2 days, and I know my body is aching for yours. We decide to meet in a shopping center parking lot. My phone rings, and It's you, telling me you're almost here. My stomach lurches with anticipation, and I can already feel the wetness between my legs. I want to give in a...
Okay, so I was sitting at my favorite computer inside the Carleton University library when I learned from the client liaison officer of Securitas Canada that I was fired from Bell Canada, supposedly because someone thought they saw me sleeping in the ladies room. What the fuck? I looked at my cellphone like it was possessed and shot the bearded Arab libraria...