"As Salaam Alaikum, sisters, I come here to give you a warning, you see, in the Islamic world, the rampant racism and sexism are both hidden and in-your-face, there is a lot of hatred for darker-skinned people, especially Black Africans, across the Arab world and beyond, many women are pressured into marriage to men they do not like, and they face reprisals...
When people ask me what I am, I honestly feel like smacking the shit out of them. I'm a human being, that's my typical reply. We're in the twenty-first century, and interracial marriage are becoming more and more common. Barack Obama, the President of the United States was born to a white American mother and a Kenyan father. Hollywood actor Robert DeNiro is...
This is a story of a cuckold husband. A story of a husband's sick fantasies coming back to bite him. If you are offended by the subject of cuckolds and husbands who push their wives into bed with other men, then read no further. NB: This Story has appeared on another dormant website for erotic stories under another of my writing names: Makeitso *** John a...
The open room was now packed as the clock almost struck midnight. Engaged murmurs, soft moans and pleasured groans were like music to your ears as the lucky participants sought that exhilarating euphoria they've been lusting after the entire night. Soft Moroccan instrumentals played in the background; somewhat quiet compared to all the commotion going on aro...
Nothing quite like coming home to my lady at the end of a battle-weary day, folks. My name is Alan James Voltaire, A.J. to my friends, and I was born in the City of Cap-Haitien, Haiti, and raised in the City of Montreal, Quebec. My parents James and Marie Voltaire moved with my siblings and I to provincial Quebec in the tumultuous 1980s. I came to the City...
Given the subtitle of the book is "The Sexual Awakening of a Muslim Woman" I was not initially surprised that the author used a pseudonym, picturing her writing from beneath the veil in an oppressive country for women like Afghanistan or Saudi Arabia. As I began reading the book though I found she was from Morocco, where the oppression is much less intense....
"It's my life, dammit, I'll drink if I want to, fuck the damn rules," Sadaf "Sassy" Rahmani said haughtily, and with that, she yanked the cup of Alexander Keith's beer out of Sheikh Abeid's hand and chugged down a big gulp. The young Mauritanian Muslim gentleman looked at her and grinned, quietly astonished by what Sadaf had just done. The two of them sat in...
There we were again in a tropical island bar owned by the well-tanned locals. Its funny how karaoke is such a craze on these warm Pacific islands. I guess the locals have no other form of entertainment. Anyhow, like many other times, Sasha and I gad spent the day lying out, snorkeling, napping, and then having a nice, candle-lit seafood dinner. By about 12 a...
You'll enjoy this more if you read Chapters 1, 2, and 3 of "Kim, Lynn, and Me" first. If you like this, leave glowing public comments and votes of '5', please, and tell all your friends. For new readers, the story so far: Lynn has come down from Anchorage to join Kim and me for a three-day weekend together. We'd never met Lynn in person, but we'd done thin...
In May 1997 I was two months shy of my twentieth birthday & just finishing my sophomore year at St. Joseph's College, Brooklyn Campus. I had grown up speaking a dialect of Italian at home, had taken Italian as my foreign language all four years of high school, and at college I was doing well in advanced Italian...my professor said I spoke nearly as well as a...