Islamic Background Stories

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Somali Lesbian Diaries Ch. 01

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

Try as I might, I can't help but being obsessed with lesbian sex, and for a Hijab-wearing, pious Somali Muslim sister like myself, that's quite a dilemma. My name is Amina Khalid and I live in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Life as a Muslim woman in the Canadian Capital isn't easy, because of the expectations of my traditional Muslim family and the temptations...

Alia Sammad of Yemen

by Samuelx on Dec 10, 2017
Interracial Love

In late 2017, the modern world reacted with horror upon discovering that African migrants trying to get to Europe by boat got kidnapped on the high seas and brought to the shores of Libya, where they were sold off as slaves to the highest bidder. When the news hit CNN, RDI and other major news outlets, a lot of people were shocked, but Alia Sammad, a woman i...

American Muslims Pt. 07

by Scheherazade88 on Sep 26, 2017
Interracial Love

"Oh Tiresias, the blind Greek prophet of Thebes, who possessed clairvoyant abilities and who turned into a woman for several years, who was condemned to Hyades with his head turned backwards. Could you not have foreseen the calamity I befell? Or were you contempt that I would join you in the state of delirium. How foolish was I, not to believe Cassandra, who...

Zombies Versus Muslims

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

The name is Mohammed Youssef. I'm a big and tall young Black man living in the town of Mogadishu in the Nation of Somalia. I'm here to tell you the truth about the War Against the Undead. The War against the Zombies. In the movies and poorly written novels, whenever the Zombies rise, they're always attacking someplace fancy like North America or Europe. In r...

Hell: We Can Damn You Wholesale

by Falcinator on Sep 17, 2017
Humor & Satire

Author's note: This is very silly, doesn't contain a whole lot of sex and is certain to offend a great deal of people who make the mistake of taking it seriously. Very fun to write, though :) ================ When Aziferal walked into Hermanarz' office his boss was pistoning into the new secretary, who was bent over the desk while her boss used her w...

Saudi Girls For Haitian Boyz

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

The day I met Stephen Lemieux is the day my life changed forever. My name is Afaf Al-Rahman and I’m a woman with a story to share with you. I was born in the harsh environs of metropolitan Najran, Southwestern Saudi Arabia, and moved to the City of Makkah in the Al Madinah region during the eleventh summer of my life. My parents, Aref and Mona Al-Rahman work...

A Love of My Very Own

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

In the eyes of the world, I am many things. She-male. Tranny. Chick with dick. Those are the names they've got for me. What do I call myself? I call myself Angela Shay. Anyone looking at me would see a five-foot-nine, curvy Black woman in her mid-thirties with a nice rack, wide hips and a big round ass. I hate the terms she-male, tranny and chick with dick,...

Somali Men Need Strapons Too

by Samuelx on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

I must admit that when I first met Hodan "Danni" Suleiman, the possibility that she might be a dominatrix never occurred to me. The prim and proper, hijab-wearing, short but cute Somali sister walking through the halls of Carleton University in her long skirt, with the Koran tucked under her arm seemed like the picture of Islamic feminine decency and respons...

Afaf: My Saudi Dominatrix

by Samuelx on Sep 12, 2017
Interracial Love

Like much of the world, I used to believe that Muslim women were dull and boring, and above all else, submissive and weak. Until I met a Saudi Arabian Muslim dominatrix named Afaf Saoud, and she introduced me to my submissive side. Now I'm her sub, and we're dating. Afaf wants me to convert to Islam and marry her. Seriously, Afaf already has my Islamic name...

Cuckoldry, Spirituality, Family Ch. 07

by submind on Sep 12, 2017
Interracial Love

During the absence of the newlyweds, my time was split between work and endless moments of thinking at home. I had a feeling of emptiness; I was missing Abida and our Master. This, however, gave me plenty of time to consider the situation I would have to face when they return. I could not avoid thinking that I had been the initiator of all this, the one, no...