If I hear one more person call me Mexican, I swear I'm going to smack the shit out of them. I don't care if get booked in for assault, enough is enough. My name is Mariam Hassan, and I approve this message. Sorry, just always wanted to say that. I hear politicians and businessmen say it so many times on Texan television that it's stuck in my head. What can I...
This is my first attempt at writing a story. I've enjoyed reading Literotica for years and felt it was time to give back to the community. I would like to share more of my real life encounters, feedback is welcomed. I want my stories to be the best they possibly can. Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I hope you will enjoy and want to hear more!...
The Ancient One looked at the sky, and it was a dull shade of dark gray, as it had been for the four hundred and seventeen years since the Apocalypse. Man unleashed nuclear winter upon the planet Earth, effectively decimating much of the world's flora and fauna. One of the species to survive this mess is of course Humanity, and the other is the Race of the V...
"Racism against black Muslims, is indeed one of the dirtiest little secrets of Islam," I said to myself as I walked down Hadrian Street, on my way to Marketplace Station in the plush Barrhaven suburb of Ottawa, Ontario. Just another sunny day in the Canadian Capital, and a Hijab-wearing Arab lady just switched sidewalks when she saw me coming. Wonderful. I w...
"East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet," or so wrote the illustrious Rudyard Kipling in his 'Ballad of East and West.' With all due respect to Kipling, however, the two have indeed met, and have been dancing a complicated exchange of goods, ideas and even people for many centuries now. And this cultural exchange applies to almost all...
I'm going to make sure you stay dead this time, Ceylin Uygur said grimly as she swung the sword, swiftly decapitating the towering zombie whom she once called dad. The thing that had been Erol Hurrem fell and lay still, but his severed head still moved, his slavering jaws still twitched. Three days ago, fed up with her stepdad's constant physical and verbal...
Shaima Abdullahi, "Shay" to her friends, would be considered a living paradox by even the most understand of souls. Nearly six feet tall, deliciously curvy, with golden brown skin, long black hair and lively brown eyes, this Afro-Arabian gal is a unique beauty by anyone's standards. Don't let those good looks and that easy smile fool you. There's a sharp, ca...
Don't believe the stereotypes, ladies and gentlemen. Black cuckolds do EXIST. My name is Jeanette Langlois and I'm a woman of Haitian and French Canadian descent living in the City of Gatineau, Quebec. My mother, Annabelle Jean was Haitian and my father, Roger Langlois was white, of French Canadian descent. I guess that technically makes me mixed but I alway...
"Bahir, fuck, dammit, why won't you die?" Jonathan Kinsey said, as he aimed the shotgun at me, after blasting me with silver bullets. The bullets hurt like hell, to be sure, but for some reason, unknown even to me, I refused to die. Exasperated, Jonathan walked up to the window, which he smashed, letting in the early afternoon sunlight. The sun's rays bathed...
New readers - and previous readers who might have read the last chapter quite some time ago - know that it is advisable to start at the beginning of the series in order to know about/remember the characters and the sequence of events. ***** The birth of Daneen eight months before had changed the dynamics of the household. All the attention and eyes were tu...