"Heathens, every one of them. Godless heathens!" The governess hissed in protestant fury as their palanquin was born behind the Regiment of Foot in solid British scarlet. The harsh and heavy wool and brass seemed out of place in the opulent heat of Madhya Presh, even as the heavy boots and heavier guns dragged behind the column trampled the traditional freed...
It's my body and I can do whatever I want with it, isn't that one of the most sacred mantras of the feminist movement? As a Muslim woman from the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, the heartland of Islam, and a fledgling feminist, I have often butted heads with my well-meaning but ill-informed and at times, culturally clueless western friends. To me, there is more t...
He wasn't supposed to talk to her kind, that's what his parents said. Looking at White girls leads to nothing but trouble when you're Black and male. Besides, weren't they all fake anyway? Always throwing themselves at a brother in a club but also switching sidewalks when they see you coming at night. Impossible to figure them out, that's for sure. Alexander...
[This is a continuation of my previous attempt in writing a story. It is about Komal, an Indian housewife aged twenty-nine, whose one act of transgression leads to a process of further transformation and the next step from being a faithful wife to gradual infidelity and promiscuity even though there is some reluctance in the beginning. Her life is on the thr...
Beginning of a new series – HEERA and her ways with MEN- chapter 01. Rajesh Nambiar was a real woman monger. In his life of around 45 years, he had fucked more women than one can imagine and his days were so busy and sedate that nights had to be lively and full of booze accompanied with woman flesh. He never gave up on a good fuck and one could not forget...
What's up people? My name is Nadia Kassar and I'm a twenty-two-year-old young Lebanese Canadian woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Although born and raised in Sept Iles, eastern Quebec, I've called metropolitan Ottawa home for six years now. I attend Carleton University, where I study Criminal Justice. At the beginning of the year, I met a tall, fi...
Dear Readers, the following story is a real life true incident that one of my friends has decided to share. All names, events and details are true. I have not embellished any details. Feel free to comment and provide feedback if you want to comment on her story or want to contact her. Love is a powerful thing. It's a combination of physical, emotional,...
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...
Hema had recently broke up with her long-time boyfriend, a Indian Muslim by the name of Ejaaz. The two had planned to get married, but a disagreement and subsequent argument put an end to any possibility of that. If Hema had one true weakness in life, it would be the circumcised men. Her knees would turn to jelly and she would most often transform into a...
As a Muslim gal from Saudi Arabia, I'm supposed to be weak, submissive and easily dominated. That's what I hear all the time, and not just from uneducated ruffians but from university people, those who ought to know better. My name is Azeeza Bin Sultan and I'm here to destroy or at the very least do damage to your impressions of what a Muslim woman is. Wheth...