Like a lot of brothers out there, I love exotic girls. My favorites would have to be curvaceous ladies of the Lebanese persuasion, though. Don't ask me why but they're more fun than the others. My name is Saleh Osman and I was born in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, to a Djiboutian immigrant father and a French Canadian mother. My folks, Kader Osman and Stephan...
What's up, people? I smile to myself as I greet before this way, instead of saying As Salam Alaikum, the typical Muslim greeting. I blame my lover Stefano Saint-Mathieu for that. The tall, burly and roughly handsome Haitian has a certain effect on me, what can I say? The things I do for love, I guess. My name is Maimuna Jibril and I'm a tall, curvy and sexy,...
"I guess some Feminists love Muslim dick, apparently," Karim Osman said, mostly to himself as Catalina Jones knelt before him, and took his long and thick Somali dick into her mouth. Catalina was finally putting those thick, juicy lips of hers to good use, by sucking Black dick instead of spewing gender politics nonsense, and it was a wonder to behold. Ins...
"I've got an addiction to older Black women, and while I know how iffy that seems, I've got no other way to fulfill my needs," Suleiman said, and the young Haitian Muslim man sighed deeply, a forlorn look on his handsome face. This wasn't his day, to be sure. Recent hardships had taken their toll on Suleiman, mentally and physically. He simply couldn't belie...
I simply cannot resist "mature" Somali women I see walking around Vanier, Ontario, with their long skirts and hijabs. The name is Alexander "Ali" Montrose and I'm a young man with a steamy tale to share with you. I am twenty six years old, and sexual adventurism has always been the name of my game. I was born in the City of Toronto, Ontario, to a Jamaican fa...
What's up people? Stefano Saint-Mathieu here. Technically, I'm supposed to leave work around seven in the morning but I almost never do. The bus heading to Nepean stops by the Bank Street building where I work overnight security around six thirty five, and I try my best to catch it. Otherwise I'd have to wait for the next one at six forty five, and in the fr...
"As Salam Alaikum, Miss Al-Sabhan, is Ahmed home?" Mohamed Hersi asked, as he stood at the door of the Al-Sabhan household. Fahima Al-Sabhan, the Riyadh-born, recently widowed lady of the house shook her head as she looked at the six-foot-tall, dark-skinned young East African Muslim man who stood before her. There was a hopeful look on the brother's handsome...
"Mr. Duchene, I read the stuff you post online, you like Muslim female domination, and you have a thing for Indian girls, well, I'm here to make your life sweet hell, now, get on your knees," Mistress Fatima Bhatti said haughtily, and the Indian Muslim dominatrix smirked at the big and tall young black man who stood before her. He'd just come into the house,...
So, um, I was at the University of Alberta library in downtown Edmonton, quietly doing research for my Law term paper due in three days when I actually saw something...amazing. I was taking a much needed study break after hours of writing, and since all the coffee I'd been drinking shot straight through me, a brother had to pee quite badly. When nature calls...
Adam Stanford sighed as he sat inside the office of Dr. Yasmin Hussein on the third floor of the Bank Street office building overlooking Parliament Hill. Located in downtown Ottawa, the good doctor's office was in a prime location. Tall, lean and athletic, with dark brown skin and curly Black hair, Adam Stanford was a fine specimen of man, but he was also tr...