"Habibi, you give me a new lease on life," Nadia El-Fattah said, and the lovely and very voluptuous Yemeni Muslim immigrant woman looked at her lover and smiled tenderly. Still aglow from their sexual exertions, the pleasurably sore Nadia sighed happily, feeling better than she had in years. And she owed it all to a certain young man who simply would not be...
My name is Mustafa Mahmoud. A young Black man of Somalian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born in the region of Mount Shimbiris in the great nation of Somaliland. The first day of February 1987. My family moved to the Canadian region of Ontario, three years later. My father Hassan Mahmoud is a Manager with OC Transpo, the Tra...
"Everyone remembers where they were when news first broke out about the Zombies, and they've got some fancy stories, me, I don't bother with making stuff up, I will admit that I was on the crapper," Khalid Mubarak said, and the tall, burly and broad-shouldered Afro-Egyptian Vampire threw his head back and laughed. His companions did not appear to be sharing...
In a past life, my name was Christine McCain. I was born in the City of London, England, to a family that didn't really practice any religion. My mother Abigail Rosenberg comes from a Jewish background and my father James McCain comes from a Christian background. By the time they had me, they were both Atheists. I attended Cambridge College for Business Admi...
Note to Reader: This story centers on mother and daughter, the daughter name is Asya and the mother name is Funda. The story is told primarily after the First World War during the collapse of the Ottoman Empire and rise of the Turkish Republic. Both women are beautiful in their own right, Funda with her blonde hair and hazel eyes and Asya with her black hair...
My name is Jennifer Angvariationu Toke and one source of frustration for me in this life is the fact that I get confused for a lot of things I'm not. It gets really annoying sometimes. I'm not Mexican or Middle-Eastern, not that there's anything wrong with that. I am a member of the Sioux People. That's a Native American Nation for those of you with your hea...
That evening she was extremely quiet as she cooked and served the evening meal, and while the children were around Chris was his usual animated self and full of fun and bonhomie. Before she knew it, it was half past six and time to leave for the Legion club. She had searched some of Brian's boxes in the garage but had yet to find the standard bearer's things...
"Salaam, Bonsoir, Monsieur Claude," said the hostess at Assad's Palace, and Claude Ferdinand smiled pleasantly at Asma Assad, wife of the late owner Ali Assad. The six-foot-tall, curvy, attractive, fifty-something Arab lady, who had a few silver streaks in her long dark hair greeted him with her customary warm smile, and Claude greeted her in kind. It's am...
"Perfect..." J.J. Hanson muttered as he trailed his lips over the creamy globes of his wife's breasts. They had always been so lusciously full but now they seemed even firmer... almost like she'd gotten breast implants only they still felt completely natural. Sophia writhed and cried out when he sucked her firm pink nipples into his mouth... she'd never reac...
Dee was an expert at making black men cum. She wanted to give pleasure. She derived pleasure from giving pleasure, be it as a submissive or accepting their fluids deep inside her sensual body or both. Dee was a blonde, blue-eyes woman in her late thirties. She was a divorced mom. She left her two daughters and a son with her pencil-dicked husband, Pat. Now...