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Black Lover For Arab Wife

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

Everyone wears a mask in today's world, and nobody ever truly shows you their true face. It's an indisputable fact about human nature. Take our friend Mona Abdul for example. She's the Yemeni-born wife of imam Muhammad Hassan, a prominent cleric in the Muslim community of metropolitan Ottawa, Ontario. Five-foot-nine, chubby, busty and wide-hipped, with dark...

Black Master for Arab Woman

by Samuelx on Aug 1, 2018
Interracial Love

Marcus Jacobson is a lot of things to many people, a man of mystery, and that's how he likes it. Born in the City of Milton, Massachusetts, to a Jamaican immigrant father, Lucas Jacobson, and an Irish-American mother, Maeve O'Connor-Jacobson, he is definitely the son of two worlds. A graduate of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology with a Computer Scien...

Mistress Noor of Mauritania

by Samuelx on Jan 14, 2018
Group Sex

The average Black woman living on the continent of North America or the United Kingdom is deathly allergic to bisexual Black men. While the White community is slowly becoming more tolerant of gays, lesbians and bisexuals, the Black community is actually regressing on its stance on sexual orientation. It's not just homophobic Black males who make life hell fo...

Fahima Ch. 02

by TahrimaBegum on Sep 26, 2017
Interracial Love

Some Useful words to know before you read the story: Hijab- A head covering worn in public by some Muslim women. Essentially a scarf. Burqa- A outer garment worn by some Muslim women that covers their whole body when in public. Kuffar- Arabic for "Non-believer". Abaya- is a simple, loose over-garment, essentially a robe-like dress Haram- The Arabic wor...

Our Afro-Arabian Romance

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

Toronto Police Service constable Guillaume Renard shook his head as he looked at yet another dead body. Jennifer Stone had been nineteen years old when she died, a second-year student at Seneca College. Three days ago, her parents, William and Maeve Stone reported her missing. The cop they spoke to promised to do the best she could, but she should have told...

Hijab Girls and Shemales

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

Call me Sammy, please. I kind of prefer it to my full name, Samirah Taariq. I'm a young woman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. The daughter of a Lebanese father and Somali mother. I was raised in the City of Baalbek in Southern tier of the Republic of Lebanon, and have lived in Canada for the past ten years. I'm nineteen years old. My mothe...

Saudi Ladies For Black Boyz

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

The male of the human species is the strangest creature on the planet, but I wouldn't have it any other way because I absolutely love the one in my life. My name is Shadia Al-Faiz and I'm a young woman of Saudi Arabian and Berber descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. My friends call me Shay. I'm a third-year student at Carleton University, studying...

Black Cuckolding In Somalia

by Samuelx on Sep 11, 2017
Group Sex

Quiet as it's kept, the Black cuckolding lifestyle is flourishing in the bedrooms of Black men and Black women across the world, folks. My name is Abdirashid Osman and I'm a big and tall Black Muslim gentleman living in the City of Marietta, Georgia. I was born right outside the City of Atlanta in the summer of 1982, to Abdullahi Osman, a Somali-born America...

Cuckoldry, Spirituality, Family Ch. 10

by submind on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

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...

Cuckoldry, Spirituality, Family Ch. 07

by submind on Sep 12, 2017
Interracial Love

During the absence of the newlyweds, my time was split between work and endless moments of thinking at home. I had a feeling of emptiness; I was missing Abida and our Master. This, however, gave me plenty of time to consider the situation I would have to face when they return. I could not avoid thinking that I had been the initiator of all this, the one, no...