Samidah (an Indian woman) and I worked at an ad agency - I was a designer and she was the receptionist. It was still in the days of apartheid in South Africa so whites and non-whites were not allowed to mix. A muslim (not in practice) with HUGE sexy boobs, she would flirt with me every time I walked by the reception desk. Obviously I walked past a lot. One...
"Divorce is considered haram in the Islamic world, and after splitting from my former husband, my own family turned against me and shunned me," Nazriya Jalakam said, sighing. The short, curvy and brown-skinned Sri Lankan Muslim woman looked at the seven men and eight women of the Divorce Recovery Support Group meeting in the basement of Saint Bernardine Chur...
"I'm sorry, my brother, but I don't deal with black male subs," Mistress Haram said casually into the phone, polite but firm as usual. As one of a few black female professional dominants operating in the City of Regina, Saskatchewan, she was used to fielding unusual requests. Still, this one was a no-brainer. From the accent on the other end, she could tell...
"Asma, you're the most amazing woman I've ever known," Solomon Moïse said as he sat across from her at a corner of this crowded Caribbean restaurant. Clad in a long-sleeved gray T-shirt and long dark blue dress, her long dark hair hidden away by her dark blue Hijab, Asma El-Alem looked beautiful, and was rendered all the more so by the lovely smile that stre...
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...
"Don't call me mixed, dude, for your information, I identify as black," I said to the wannabe super-fly Latino dude in the Durag who stepped up to me. That fateful morning, I was at Bayview Station, waiting for the O-Train which would take me to the Carleton University campus. After hollering at me in Spanish, a language I do not speak, the bozo finally deci...
The soft feel and unforgettable taste of another woman's sweet lips on my mouth, now that's something I absolutely cannot get enough of. My name is Afaf Ahmed, and I'm a young Muslim woman of Saudi Arabian descent living in the City of Melbourne, Australia. I was born in the City of Dammam, eastern province of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. My passport says Sa...
"So how was my dear husband, this time?" I asked my best friend Irena. "Fucking great!" she answered. "In every sense! How did you enjoy my husband?" "Bloody marvellous!" I said. "As always, of course." I'm Nisha and Irena is my best friend. We make quite a contrast. I am a typical Indian girl (though I was born in England and my parents were born in Ugan...
PASTRY sounds pretty different for an erotic story. But it has got a HUGE HIDDEN MEANING. Read it for a different thrill... SweetNothingsAndBeyond ****** CHAPTER: 1 -- 'Pastry Party' "Pastry Party!" Rambha, my adorable wife of five years and girl friend of four years prior to that, yelled in excitement. Rambha was my 'High School Sweet Heart' -- was my...
We are from the Indian sub continent and enjoy reading sexy stories about slut wife, wife swapping etc. We have always enjoyed fucking (after few drinks) and thinking of fucking other people. My wife would imagine how she would like to be fucked by others. On my trips abroad I have bought sexy magazines where there are lots of wife stories which she reads re...