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A Muslim Strapon Love Story

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

Meet Dawit Mohammed Mahmoud and his darling wife Aisha. They're a lovely Muslim couple that recently moved to the East End of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. Dawit Mahmoud was born in the town of Baalbek, Republic of Lebanon, to a Somali mother and Lebanese father. Tall and broad-shouldered, with light brown skin, curly Black hair and light brown eyes, this han...

My First Love

by Dai Raku on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

There's an old saying that says, "If you love someone set them free, if they come back it was meant to be." I use to think that was just a corny saying up until about a month ago. That's' when the one man I truly loved, Tyson Minor came back into my life. Tyson and I always had a great relationship from the first day we met in the 1st grade. When the other...

The Ride Home Ch. 02

by Shadowforce1 on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

"That's it. Fuck them!" Gillian said softly. We were in the backroom of our workplace. She was sitting on a stack of pallets as I fucked her tits. She wore the perfect shirt for tit fucking tonight. The bright orange work shirt was cut extra low, she was wearing the perfect bra that pushed her huge tits upwards. The result was an extreme amount of cleavage....

The Rhythm Is Gonna Get You

by kuroukiphoenyx on Sep 14, 2017
Interracial Love

This is my second story that I was working on before my injury and edited as best as I could. I am in search of an editor and if this would be something you would be interested in, please contact me. Sitting at a bar, nursing a margarita, Elena is in deep thought. The day started well. She got up, got dressed and went to work like any other day. When sh...

The Perfect Woman for Me

by swollenbell on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

I was turning 35 and my girlfriend, Anne, had invited four other couples to come celebrate. We'd rented a large house an hour outside of London. It was the typical country mansion with many rooms and corridors and large elaborate grounds. Everyone showed up with numerous bottles of wine, whiskey, vodka - you name it. The food was catered and delicious. We al...

Secret Lives Of Indian Women

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

Westerners refuse to learn to properly pronounce Sikh Indian names, that's how a proper Sikh lady like myself got saddled with the nickname Aggie, even though my full name is Agochar Chatwal-Vincent. My first name means "Unfathomable" in the Hindi language. Big name for such a small lady, eh? I'm five-foot-five, with light bronze skin, long black hair and li...

Second Time Around

by LilMami07 on Sep 15, 2017
Interracial Love

Hey guys. This is a new little series. Special thanks to Honeybree and an anonymous person for the suggestion. You might recognize some of the characters in this. So let's see if they can get it right this time :) –LilMami "Sammy, I swear your whole body's gonna be inked up by the time you turn 30. You're gonna look like a fucking roadmap," Mia said as they...

Knight has Fallen

by roselove on Sep 14, 2017
Interracial Love

You can call me the Ice Queen like all of the people at my Fathers company does. I've heard it all and can care less. Being the CMO and face of Knight INC. I have other things to worry about. Their lucky I pay them. I worked for Knight INC straight out of college and don't get me wrong but I worked for this position without my Father's help. It's funny becau...

Naked Bloom

by Vanessa_Belle on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

On October 18th, some time ago, I was born to Chuck and Kaylee Ryder. They named me Illiana, a variation of the poetic name for the ancient city of Troy. It means Trojan. Clearly they had a favourite brand of rubber, and since I was the supposed "miracle baby" (a.k.a., an accident) who came to be when all they were doing was using said rubbers, they thought...

Nagla and Fatouma at Walmart

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

"Salaam, Fatou, Jummah Mubarak, gorgeous, how are you doing?" Nagla Massoud whispered into Fatouma Kandeh's ear, and the six-foot-tall, brown-skinned, Afro-sporting young African Muslim woman turned around and smiled. Standing at the cash, waiting on slow-moving, short-tempered and often foul-mouthed customers to drop their crap on the counter so she could s...