As Salam Alaikum, my dearest readers. What's up, people? My name is Hodan Kader-Hussein and I'm a young Black Muslim woman living in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. Five-foot-eleven, curvy and sexy, with light brown skin and a thick Afro, that's yours truly. I am a Black female professional and dress in a manner that's both stylish and conservative when I...
My first encounter with one half of the Jacobs' twins left me curious to discover the second half. I met them just a short week ago when one took over my 5th hour English class and the other my 7th hour Science class. Mr. J, who took Ms. Yoder's place in 7th hour, was the easiest to seduce. By the Friday after we met, I had him bending my 5'8", tanned frame...
If a Muslim man can date or even marry a Christian woman or a Jewish woman, why can't a Muslim woman do the same thing with a Christian man or a Jewish man? Aren't they "People of the Book" too, according to Islam? That's the question Mona Wahid asked herself for the thousandth time as she walked through the crowded hallways of Carleton University in the Cit...
I saw her at Macys that spring day. She had on a tight ribbed top and a green and blue plaid skirt, bobby socks and her hair back in a ponytail. She was mid-thirties, but she looked about eighteen in that get-up. Her fresh looks and her pert breasts caused me to stop on my way to the cookware section. I picked up a halter from the aisle-side display and gl...
This is a true story told to me by the lady described in the story. She is still married and her husband does not know any of this and probably never will. She has struggled with the events that occurred for a lot of reasons. * She knew it was wrong. She was happily married with two young children. Staying out drinking until 2am in the morning with a bunc...
This story is inspired by true events. Tammy was a friend of mine, she finally decided to get a tattoo. I took her to the shop were I got my tattoo because I knew she would be comfortable there. The place is an upscale establishment and reputable people work there as tattoo artist. After a very long time of looking through all the possible choices she settl...
“You look fantastic.” I said as Katherine entered the studio. The client wasn’t using professional models for this project, instead relying on attractive amateurs for their video lingerie catalog. Therefore, it didn’t hurt to try to make the girls feel at ease. “Uh-huh.” Katherine replied. She was an attractive brunette. Unlike the other girls I had s...
They used to be neighbors. Bernie was in his late fifties, bald, sporting a small beer belly. He was living alone in the apartment beside hers. He always shoveled the snow from their common balcony. Sometimes she would get to her car and he had dug it out of the snow bank. Angie was in her mid twenties, long brown hair, small firm breast and a nice ass on t...
She kicks at the tire. Frustrated, as her car had broken down in the worst possible spot, miles from the city, on a almost deserted stretch of highway. What else could go wrong? The whole weekend visit to her mothers had been an unmitigated disaster. What had been meant to be a getaway from the hectic pace of her city life, had turned into a constant harping...
I drive up to Manchester and Andres meets me at the hotel we're staying at. We're heading over to the M.E.N. arena that evening for the Porcelain and the Tramps concert and neither of us can wait. He looks like a total rock star already, but I've still got my preppy girl clothes on. Although we don't have much time, we still have a little time to imbibe in a...