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...
Bonjour, dear readers. What's up, people? Melody Tremblay-Ibrahim here. I'm a young woman living in the City of Gatineau, Quebec. My friends call me Motor Mouth Mel. I'm five-foot-ten, a bit chubby, with long reddish brown hair, lime-green eyes and alabaster skin. Proudly French Canadian and feisty. Got one hell of a story to share with you. It's not easy be...
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...
Can you be a Hijab-wearing pious Muslim woman and still love BDSM? That's partially what this story is about, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Haifa Osman and I'm a young Arab woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I was born in the City of Khobar, Saudi Arabia, and have been in Canada since 1999. I am twenty two years old, and study accounting at Algo...
"Let's get out of here," Amal Abdirahman said softly, and Haika Livni nodded in agreement, disgusted by what she'd just heard on the bus. The older Arab man sitting across from them looked angrily at the two young gay men, one black and one white, who got on the 95 bus at Tunney's Pasture Station, hand in hand, and shook his head, apparently disturbed by wha...
I do not know why I was bothering to look for my Abaya, the traditional long sleeves ankle length Muslim dress. The chances of me staying in it once my meeting was over were slim My Hijab however would remain on. I adjusted it as I looked in the mirror, yes it would remain until one of the men wanted to deliver the final humiliation and remove it My name i...
My name is Fatoumatta Qasim and I've got kinky sexual fantasies, and from what I read online I'm not the only Muslim woman with such fantasies. I want to make my fantasy come true one of them days. The only snag? I'm a hijab-wearing Saudi housewife living in the City of Nepean, Ontario. I'm five-foot-nine, plump rather than curvy, and I am a lung cancer surv...
I'd lost the love of my life and felt like life wasn't worth living. And then along came Fate, forcibly reminding me through tragedy that one should never take one's loved ones for granted. You never know when you might lose them. My name is Yasmin Hussein, and I'm a young Somali-Canadian Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. What I'm about to...
Another fine day in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I got my tired Haitian ass off the bus and walked to the university campus. While in the student center I got myself some coffee and sandwiches, and stopped to chit chat with the light-skinned tomboy working behind the Tim Horton’s counter. I walked to the library and took the elevator to the third floor, and...