My name is Ibrahim Al-Mahdi. I am a six-foot-tall, lean and athletic guy with light bronze skin, curly Black hair and dark eyes. I was born in the City of Khitan in Kuwait, one of the wealthiest Arab countries out there. My family has been living in the region of Ontario, Canada, since the 1980s. I consider the City of Ottawa my home. Even though I was raise...
from an idea by dahlia57 * Kira organizes in Paris, every two months or so, a kitty party for the Indian women she had met on the plane when commuting between Paris and New Delhi. It's an occasion for these women to eat Indian pastries, share gossips, view the latest Indian movie or show off the last garments and jewels their husbands had bought them. As K...
Brenda and Mona hugged and sat down to lunch. Over Caesar salads they chatted about children, husbands and careers as old friends who haven't seen each other for a while will do. Then, after swallowing another sip of fine Pinot Grigio, Mona commented, "Bren, darling, what have you been doing? You look simply fabulous. Is it some new diet or exercise program?...
Hovering inches above the golden bedpost, Amy squatted, and holding the post firmly with one hand, she spread her vagina as wide as possible with the other. She glanced over her shoulder at John and Eve, smiled at how lovely they looked fucking and without ever being quite sure how she'd managed it, ever so slowly sank down. Her outer labia widened into an...
In this installment of the continuing experiences of my hot-wife and myself, I intend to tie up the loose ends concerning Bill and Joe. I had been trying to put the stories in a rough chronological order but have decided to just write about whatever is on my mind at a particular moment. I have been reading various comments that fall into two camps. The first...
As I read more submissions, I realize I have been doing it wrong! I had been trying to keep my stories short but in doing so, I have left out a lot of detail. I have found that even the long stories are more interesting when they delve into finer detail, so here goes. This opus will be sub-titled "The Joe Saga". It is the adventures we had with Joe. It is t...
Chapter Two of a true story Following the humiliating events of his college days Myron went to work for a small, executive firm in Marketing and Development. There, he honed his skills and climbed the corporate ladder very well over the next 12 and a half years. He saved nearly every dime he could in the hopes of providing for his future and future wife. Ho...
This is continuation of my previous story. I am a new writer. Please be in a forgiving mood as far as grammar goes. I also welcome your correction if deemed necessary. ***** The next day, I woke up pretty late. Weeks of marital stress had finally caught up to me. My beautiful Indian wife Mona was not on the bed. It was just me lying there naked and cold, b...
This was a couple months back. My girlfriend, Denise and I attended a party with her best friend, Mona. My girlfriend and I actually didn't know anyone there besides her best friend. A little backstory to how I met both of these girls. I met the two of them the same night at a club near campus. Before I hit on Denise, I had been twerking with Mona on the d...
"I'm not exactly the marrying kind," Professor Hudson said, pouring two fingers of whisky into each glass before replacing the decanter on the bar. He turned and offered a glass to Paul, this semester's teaching assistant. The boy, flanked on either side by neat stacks of term papers, accepted the glass with the deference owed to such a rare luxury. The Prof...