As salam alaikum, people. My name is Hodan Qadir, and I'm a Somali Muslim sister living in the City of Gatineau, Quebec. I'm five-foot-ten, curvy and dark-skinned, with long black hair which I almost always tuck away under my modest Hijab. Just one of thousands of pious, Hijab-wearing Somali Muslim sisters living in the Ottawa/Gatineau Metropolitan Area. You...
My name is Altima Abdullah. A young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I attend Carleton University in the town of Nepean. And lately, the things I've been doing would surprise the hell out of my conservative Muslim parents if they knew. Last week, I hooked up with two sexy guys who happen to be really into Musli...
"Now I am free," Fatima Sayyid said, and the tall, curvy, Hijab-wearing Arab Canadian Muslim woman smiled as she stood before her late husband Salman Sayyid's grave. Smiling victoriously, Fatima barely stopped herself from tap dancing. At last she was finally free of the man who had been abusing her and crushing her spirit across two continents for the past...
I rode with Muhammad to pick up his sister from the airport. Her parents had decided that she should get an education abroad and it had fallen on him to ensure she was enrolled and behaving. I wasn't sure what to expect as everything you hear about Saudi Arabia is terror and conservativism but Muhammad was anything but. He drank and got high with us and cha...
There are certain things which, no matter how much she loves a man, a woman simply cannot share with him. My name is Ayaan Ismail and I’m a young Somali-Canadian Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. The other day, I had a scary episode at the university campus where I work. This creepy old white dude named Fergus, who was in charge of the clea...
Fatima I open my mail to the familiar sight of "OVERDUE" and "FINAL WARNING". My landlord was threatening to evict me. My bills were mounting and I had a constant sinking feeling. It was approaching winter and they were threatening to shut down the gas supply. A Michigan winter was tougher than most winters. I was in debt and I could not escape. My job did...
I found myself in a gas station, when I spotted him. Directly across from me, as I pumped fuel into my Accord, he was pumping diesel into his truck. I hoped he'd soon be pumping me. He was tall, handsome and dressed in a sleeveless t-shirt that showed off in muscular arms. He was a black male, which was the real attraction for me. I'm sure most readers know...
(This story is written in the view of a husband whose wife falls victim to the infamous professor Royer and his mind-controlling device. This is the fifth part. Thanks a lot for the feedback on the first parts, I appreciate it a lot and try to use it to improve my stories :-) * Chapter 09 - the story of a NYMPHOCOM's victim - part 5 For nearly one week...
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 is my second submission to literotica. Before the story I would like to begin by thanking all of those who sent me encouraging words through feedbacks and comments to my first submission. It has given me even more enthusiasm in writing for erotic pleasure, both yours and mine. The following story is also based on a fantasy of mine and I would like to s...