You're no son of mine! Those were the first words which left my father's mouth when I finally told him my truth. My name is Nidal Abdul-Jabbar. I am twenty years old. I study business administration at the University of Ottawa in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born in the City of Khobar, Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, but raised in the Confederatio...
"The Halloween party was off the hook," Fatima Sayyid said to her lover, Raul James, as they walked through the Algonquin College parking lot. It was a chill night in the Nepean sector of Ottawa, Ontario, and after much dancing and drinking, the rather adventurous couple was looking forward to going home. They got in Raul's van and drove away, thus beginning...
The things that turn me on are simply that, the things that turn me on. My name is Farah Suleiman, and I'm a Somali woman living in the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario. I was born in the town of Mogadishu, Capital of Somalia, and moved to the Confederation of Canada fifteen years ago with my parents, Mohammed and Amina Suleiman. I am twenty two years old...
Alright, I can finally admit it to myself. I am a Muslim. I used to be one of those people who felt a strong dislike of Muslims, until I fell in love with one. It's funny how these things happen, huh? My name is Solomon Kingsley Henderson, although many of my friends have taken to calling me "King Suleiman" in recent times. It's my Muslim name, though it's n...
This story is a sequel to my previous story "The Irishman at the End of the Bar". I'd recommend reading that for the continuity. I would further like to the give a special shout to everyone who helped make the last story more successful than I ever imagined it could be. I never dreamed it would rank as all time number one for the genre on Literotica. I don't...
In God we trust, YOU pay cash. All characters are adults. ***** 'The Yukon Yankee Yodeler' wasn't high on my list of movies I wanted to see but my target was Canadian, and that's where he led me. He sat close to the screen, I sat behind and across the aisle from him. I was steeled for two hours of boredom. But it didn't happen. An hour before show time t...
The path I've chosen to walk is a difficult one, but I feel that it's the right one for me. My name is Tariq Rahim Alkaabi and I was born on the island of Failaka in the State of Kuwait. November 17, 1988, I came into the world. An undersized little brown bundle of joy, as my grandmother Bashirah would constantly remind me in later years. My father Abdul Alk...
Right now, I am lying naked in my bed. Deep inside my apartment in the town of Vanier, Ontario. Not far from Donald Street in the Overbrook area. I am completely naked, save for my hijab. I only take it off when I'm sleeping, sorry. Thos are the rules I was raised with. However, rules were made to be broken. And I am definitely breaking the rules as I urge m...
Ravenna933 edited this story, but she also made some suggestions that were crucial to the plot development in this chapter. The previous chapter's conclusion made a natural endpoint of that branch of the story. I have never written a multi-chapter story arc before, and I wasn't sure where to go next after that. She helped me find a way out of the cul-de-sac...
Unlike Sajid, I had no compunctions in stripping my wife completely naked. Within seconds I was inside her, fucking her warm cunt. I got the feeling that her cunt was a bit looser than usual, but I put it down to my imagining things. No matter how big Sajid's dick was, it could not stretch her so much in a matter of days, could it? And even if it had, it mad...