"Dude, I told you before, my name is Pooja Manochahal, not frigging Poo-Poo, and if you poke my nose one more time, I swear will slap the shit out of you," said the diminutive, curvy, raven-haired and brown-skinned young Indian woman, speaking in a measured tone. Fearlessly she looked up at the tall, young Black man who stood before her, a smug smile on his...
"Adam, just because I'm a Muslim woman and wear the Hijab doesn't automatically make me a prude," Zahra Makassed said haughtily, waving the vintage erotica novel Peeping At Pamela by Yolanda Celbridge in my damn face. Zahra likes to read sex stories. I smiled and nodded gently at the lovely young woman sitting across from me. What am I going to do with her?...
Chapter 2: Richard Rises To The Occasion Richard had only just reached the front of the hotel when Leilah appeared. She was breathtaking sight. She had changed and was wearing a flaming red sari of almost gossamer appearance. Richard believed he could see the outline of her body as the light shone from behind her. her hair had been loosened too and was at w...
Like a lot of young men out there, I'm fascinated by hot older women. Getting at them, however, isn't easy. They tend to see us coming. What's a young man supposed to say to a sexy lady who is older than him, definitely more experienced and has probably heard every line he likely thinks up? If I knew that, I'd be one lucky man. The name is Jean-Baptiste Arma...
The wild look in her eyes absolutely thrilled me as I leaned in to kiss her. Everyone around us stopped and stared. Yes, that's me. A tall, dark-skinned and strongly built young Black man kissing a hijab-wearing, hazel-eyed Arab woman in a long-sleeved aquamarine T-shirt featuring Jay-Z and tight blue jeans. I looked into Atifah's eyes and smiled. She smiled...
The speed with which the clouds gathered and the skies opened up took me by surprise. I was on my scooter, driving back from a work-related assignment in a village about 100 km outside of Delhi. Usually, I'd take the car for such a distance, but it refused to start in the morning. I expected to return before sunset, but the assignment had taken longer than e...
"Hey bro, you walk around here like you think you're the man," came a voice, and I turned around, wondering who was addressing me. It was a rainy Friday morning in the suburb of Barrhaven, Ontario. Not just any Friday morning, mind you, but El Cinco De Mayo. I'd just had breakfast at the local Tim Horton's, consisting of a nice egg and cheese sandwich, overl...
"Having a fascination with Sikh women is a bad habit for a Muslim man, especially one of African descent," cautioned my friend Sanjay Singh, the young Hindu guy I've known since first year at Algonquin College. We were both newcomers to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, and started school at the same time. In spite of our different backgrounds, we bonded. I've al...
It is a historic fact that Hindus and Muslims have never gotten along. While in countries like India, both religions live amongst each other in relative harmony, there is always a separation of the beliefs that has hindered intermingling. Religious riots have occurred numerous times, with the most devastating one taking place in 1947 after the separation of...
I was inspired to write this story after reading one by ndnsex. I related a lot to his story as I find myself in a similar predicament and don't know what I should do. My sincere thanks to him for helping me structure this true story. Advice from readers would really be appreciated. Needless to say, this is a true story. I am Vaishali, an average Indian...