Sitting inside the Carleton University Library, staring at her image on the screen, he felt himself moved beyond words. All semester long he had been prowling the bars, clubs, chat rooms and shopping centers of the metropolis for the right gal. Black women, White women, Hispanic women, he'd been with them all. Hell, he'd even been with a guy or two. Sex held...
My name is Alexandra Jane Norton. Also known as Fatima Abdul, which is the Arabic name I changed my original ( Christian) name to. Asalam Alaikum, my brothers and sisters. Here I am. Standing five-foot-eleven, chubby, with reddish blonde hair, alabaster skin and pale blue eyes. Clad in my burka you can't tell me apart from any conservative Muslim woman...sav...
Right now, avowed feminist and proud Israeli Defense Forces soldier Miriam Rosenthal was where she knew she was born to be. Lying on her back, sweaty and dazed, blonde hair disheveled and blue eyes blinking nervously, while a well-endowed Muslim guy fucked her in her tight Israeli ass. In one of Tel Aviv's nicest hotels, too. Long had the proud Jewish woman...
Here I am, sitting on a park bench somewhere in New York City. In the eyes of the world, a tall, good-looking young Black man clad in a red silk, silver tie and dark grey pants is gazing at the world from this bench. It's a bright sunny day in early summer and a lot of people are enjoying the pleasant weather. All kinds of people. That's part of what I love...
As Salaam Alaikum, people. Eid Mubarak to my fellow Muslims. My name is Shukri Abdi Aden, and I'm a young Somali Canadian Muslim woman living in the City of Edmonton, Alberta. I graduated from the University of Calgary with a degree in business management, and work at CIBC. I'm that pretty gal in the Hijab who greets you with a smile when you enter the downt...
As Salam Alaikum, dear readers. My name is Yasmin Aden and I'm a 46-year-old Somali Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I was born in the Puntland region of Somalia. My family moved to Ontario when I was younger, and I haven't left the country since. Hell, asides from routine trips to the cities of Gatineau or Montreal on the Quebec side, I s...
Standing in the middle of the ruined remains of New York City, he let out a deep sigh. The fallen archangel once known as Lucifer Morningstar looked at his handiwork, and shook his head. How could it have ended like this? He never imagined it would come to this, not even in the depths of his darkest nightmares. Housed in the body of his latest Vessel, Lucife...
"I'm not a dyke, I may feel certain things when I'm around certain girls but I'm not like those weird, extreme bitches I see walking around at pride parades," Farah Elmi said, somewhat angrily and the six-foot-tall, dark-skinned and slender, Hijab-wearing young Somali Muslim woman leaned back in her chair, and sighed deeply. Sitting in the living room of her...
Marrakech The minaret's shadow was short and distinct in the early afternoon sun. The blackness spread over the pavement obscuring a figure that staggered as if drunk as it dodged past a group of young women dressed in djalabas, their faces hidden under the hoods. Of course, Hamid wasn't drunk. He'd not had a drop to drink, although this was something he i...
Introduction: Someone here on Literotica mailed me and asked if I could write about a billionaire. Others said they liked my Sheikh stories. Someone else reviewed my earlier stories and claimed they were degrading and using the F-word way too much. So this time I want to try to write an old fashioned romance story with no sex scenes (at least not in the begi...