Iced Coffee and Blueberries Wake call came at 4:30 on my 545th day in prison, just as it had on all the others. Today was different though. I had been instructed to report to Processing at 8:00, and was in administrative limbo until then. My other cellmates shuffled off to the showers, but Alicia lingered. She watched me as I began packing up my state issue...
"Ahmad, tonight, my dear husband, I am cuckolding you," Fatima Ali said, smiling wickedly at her husband, Saudi Government Minister and career diplomat Ahmad Ali, and then she winked at her Bull. The object of her desire was a handsome Somali stud named Bilal Osman, whom Fatima met while visiting the University of Ottawa. The tall, burly and dark-skinned Eas...
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...
Twenty years ago we met, and although the timing wasn't right, I knew right then and there that someone special had finally come into my life. My name is Afaf Khan-Birrou and I was born in the City of Dammam, Saudi Arabia, to a Saudi Arabian father and a Pakistani immigrant mother. My father Omar Alzahrani never took care of my mother Amina Khan and I, and w...
My birth name is Bethany Parker, but I recently changed it to Anisah Amal to Anwar reflect a change in my identity. I am an English-born Caucasian woman and a former atheist and former feminist who converted to Islam. It shocked a lot of my friends and family members, especially since for many years I raged against the very idea of organized religion. Now I...
Always hold your head high when walking in the sea of hostility, I say to my grandson Djohar "Joe" Pierrot. Thanks grandma, the six-foot-tall, honey-colored young man says as he gently kissed my forehead. With a sigh, he pulled away from me. Tugging at his collar, he straps on his backpack and gets ready to leave. Enjoy your classes at U of T, I shout to him...
Sunlight slit the darkness of the plane's passenger cabin open with hard white radiance when he lifted the windowshade. Dust stirred by the overhead vent speckled the broadening blade slashing in to cut away airline artificial night. He yawned and reminded himself where he was. There had been so many planes in the past months, so many cramped economy class s...
"I put on the Hijab to please my Lord, and I stick my booty out to please my man," Fatima Khaled said with a smirk as she turned around, giving her boyfriend Luther Kingsley a glimpse at her thick bronze ass, her bright red thong underwear revealing probably everything it was meant to conceal. From the satisfied smirk on Luther's dark, handsome face, the Leb...
It was 3 hours and 45 minutes into the delivery window and I still didn't have my new washer and dryer. I picked today for delivery because my wife is out of town visiting her sister. I picked the afternoon time-slot so I could have an excuse to take off a Friday afternoon. I picked this Friday because my two daughters are off at college and weren't coming h...
-THIS STORY IS A WORK OF FICTION, TOLD IN A BLOG FORMAT - Back in Part 1: An unemployed woman who has been a closet exhibitionist for years takes advantage of the covid19 lockdown in her country (not specified where, for easier reader immersion) by going outside completely naked wearing only a mask, trying (but not too much) to avoid being seen. - Contin...