I no longer feel guilt for the things I do. Only God can judge me, since my fellow Muslims are all hypocrites anyways. Oh, plenty of Christians and Jews are hypocritical as well but Muslims pretend like no one else can. Here's a few examples. Brother Hassan, the Imam of my favorite Masjid, is a wise old Cleric from Somaliland. The dude is secretly into men a...
5 "Leif" Leif's mom was Pakistani. She and her family lived in the city of Kalam, near the border of India. Her dad was a businessman who frequently traveled to India and sometimes brought his daughter with him. That is where she met Leif's dad, who was Indian. Their families were against their romance from the start. They always had to meet in secret, in c...
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...
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...
"Nice to meet you. I'm Devi. That man over there in the corner is my husband, Gustavo. And that man taking orders at the counter is Rajiv, one of my cousins. I take it that you know Sherry pretty well?" Devi introduced herself properly to me once she saw us all at Sherry's table, "I know Sanjay, of course. He's my other cousin and works for me, just like Raj...
Lying in bed, feeling doggone tired after working an overnight shift as the only security guard for a grocery store, I feel dead. It's eight thirty on a Monday morning and I just got off the number nine bus from Hurdman Station. It stops right across the street from my apartment in Vanier, Ontario. A ten minute bus ride which I endured, half-asleep, sitting...
Author's note: This tale features a brain-damage fetish, unorthodox sex, and unstable people over age 18. This story is sexual but not really erotic, and is NOT for the squeamish, although nobody is forced, harmed, or trepanned here. I aimed the power drill at my forehead and pulled the trigger. The motor spun up to speed like a solid dust-devil. My future...
"What is all this Aashish?" Read my Skype message for my boy friend. Pasted along with it were few portions of the chat transcript of his with his three month old internet chat pal 'Megha Ray'. You won't believe what the chat transcript had. At least I didn't when I read it at first. They were discussing their sexual fantasies and one of the fantasies of Aas...
Martina Longoria Balli didn't have time to wait for her clothes to dry. She was a pig along with her roommates, all boys. Waited to the last minute to wash clothes after hamper-diving. She had bathed and then, having the house to herself, went right back to the game buck naked. Living with three male roommates had been a wild and stupid idea, she told hers...
Art continues: The computer guy probably will get on my ass about it, but I just had to install an Internet messaging program on my computer at work to keep up with the rapidly changing state of my marriage. After almost divorcing, Kat and I opted instead for a more super-charged sex life within the somewhat less-restrictive bounds of what is often euphemis...