Stop fussing over that which doesn't matter, I tell myself as I step out of the shower, and admire my reflection in the mirror. Thanks to mother nature's blessings I am tall and curvy, a sexy lady in any definition of the term. My name is Salwa Yazdi, Sally to my friends, and I was born in the City of Abyek, northwestern Iran, to an Iranian Muslim father and...
Money Laundering On the drive home Joe talked almost constantly. Val sat silently beside him, mentally rerunning her adventure with the older man. God, she had been so easy. He'd kissed her once and she let him fuck her. Joe had talked her into it before they ever got there and it happened. And it had been so deliciously good being bad. They were about two...
Hello, everybody. My name is Fatima Al-Anwar and I'm a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was raised in the Capital region of Canada. We Somalis are well-known to be conservative, and we've been staunchly Muslim since shortly after the days of the Prophet Muhammad himself. Before the Arabian Peninsula and...
There are certain things which, no matter how much she loves a man, a woman simply cannot share with him. My name is Ayaan Ismail and I’m a young Somali-Canadian Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. The other day, I had a scary episode at the university campus where I work. This creepy old white dude named Fergus, who was in charge of the clea...
Note to the reader: This essay is mainly directed toward Literotica readers who also share the Judeo-Christian world view. It may not make sense to anyone else. The following, to me, is not fiction; it is reality. Merry Christmas and Happy Chanukkah to all true believers. This season is about the mighty acts of the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. He is th...
The sour faced Soviet foreign exchange teller was a bully. "These dollars will only buy you one hundred rubles," he barked at the girl in front of me in a Central Moscow bank queue. "Don't waste my time. Buy one hundred now or go away. Hurry," he ordered. Her shoulders shuddered as if she was about to cry. "But I can't afford to lose that much on the excha...
This story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any real person, institution, or place are unintentional and coincidental. Sorry, this story takes a few pages to get going. ***** I was in college on September 11, 2001. What happened that day in New York, D.C., and Pennsylvania caused me to change my major to Middle Eastern studies. I also began to stu...
My phone chirped to life and as I glanced at the caller I.D I smiled to myself. "Hey honey," I purred down the phone. "Did you win?" There was a bit of a pause before the reply. Shit, I bit my lip, wrong question. He'd be in a bad mood all night now. "Um, no. We lost. I'm about ten minutes away, can you stick the shower on for me babe?" "No problem, se...
What pill? There was a time when that question wasn't needed, it was simply "The Pill," and people slyly smiled and nodded. The pill, that pill, was a thing of beauty, a leap in bio-technology that started a revolution. From its initial release in 1961, prescribed to married women, its use ballooned in just two years to over million users as it opened the ga...
Author's Note: A big thank you to the ever-lovely Randi for organizing the "Highway Song" event. To my team F.R., D.A., Laura L., Barry J., and Steve M. for being some fantastic betas. Dedicated to the two writers Bebop3 and MsCherylTerra, without whom this story would have never been finished. I am eternally grateful. — This story is set in 1993, a time...