The look on Bashirah Sharif's face as I slid my eight-inch, uncircumcised ebony cock out of her asshole was all the thanks I needed. The tall Black woman lay naked on the bed, legs spread, bound by thick steel chains as were her slender but firm arms. I smiled, and asked her how she felt. It took her a moment to answer, and honestly I don't blame her. I just...
Rose absentmindedly untied the knot in her headscarf. She'd been in the kitchen all day preparing for this dinner, and what's the betting she wouldn't get any thanks for it whatsoever. She never did. David wasn't a bad husband, not at all. He was hard-working, intelligent, caring and a great provider but she sometimes felt she needed more. She had a career o...
"Remember, my friends, the best of you are those who are kind to their wives," Imam Mohammed Abdi said, as he spoke to the brothers and sisters at the Sal Al Din Mosque about proper conduct within relationships. The stocky, bearded and dark-skinned, fifty-something, Somali-born Canadian Muslim preacher was happy to see such a high turnout of believers on a r...
I'm standing at a bus stop on the Lower Ormeau Road when a para brick comes up the street--four squaddies with SA-80s. They're on the other side of the street. One of the guys gets down on one knee and enfilades me with his weapon. Two of the others stand back to back while the other scopes. I wonder if the weapon's on safety but no one's ever been shot th...
Mayra twisted her dusky blue hair up into a neat bun and wrapped a scarf around her head. She knew it would be freezing outside, and she had trouble zipping up her coveralls because of all the layers she wore underneath. The coveralls had a thin seatbelt-like strap around the wings, which snapped shut over a scarf she'd wrapped around the base of her wings f...
I was thrilled when I received the admission letter from the local university in Singapore for a bachelor’s degree in arts. The first day at the University was really hectic, as there was a lot of paper work to be completed. I reported to the Graduate Students Office in the morning to submit my papers and get my relevant papers for the term. I was told by on...
Alicia Chua was a pretty Singapore Chinese woman who worked as a Project Manager in the DSB Finance Center in Singapore. She was 33 years old with shoulder length bouncy hair and with a pretty smile. Her lips were full and slightly big but voluptuous. Her eyes were of the sparkling type and her face was that of an authentic Singapore Chinese type. Her skin w...
This is a fictional story, no one specific model I know is the basis for it, more like a mix of various ladies' appearance, personalities and a healthy dose of my fantasy. Being a photographer working with some incredible ladies, I've been able to capture several fantasies on film. Of course, the fantasy always eludes to it being more, the camera capturing l...
"Back in Afghanistan, I was a teacher, here I am stocking shelves at Provigo," Sawsan Ghobar said to herself, and the tall, curvaceous gal shook her head while placing cans of juice on the shelf. Under her Provigo uniform, Sawsan wore a long-sleeved blue sweatshirt and yoga pants. Once upon a time, while adhering to the cultural norms of her native Afghanist...
Megan, the owner of Padded Bliss, had just asked Angela to change her diaper. It seemed to be the final part of the job interview, and while it shouldn't have freaked her out this much, it did. It made total sense though. She knew Angela liked diapers, but to get this job, she had to prove she knew how to change them. She took a deep breath and imagined tha...