As Salam Alaikum, people. My name is Khadija Adewale, and I'm a young Nigerian Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I am twenty six years old. I recently graduated from Carleton University with a bachelor's degree in sociology. Since I couldn't find any work in my major, I had to look elsewhere. That's how I ended up working at a Call Center i...
Storming inside the house, Mia tossed her bag on the floor and took off her sneakers before running upstairs to her bedroom. "Hey, sister! Come here!" She wasn't in the mood to join her brother who was in the living room playing on his Xbox since the morning. "FUCK YOU MAX!!" She just wanted to be by herself. Walking to her bedroom, the young woman sat do...
This wonderful little piece of 'what if' was actually written by my husband, who normally doesn't stray too far from the sci-fi genre. It's an interesting take on some beloved childhood characters and I thought that it was worth sharing with the Literotica crowd. Enjoy! * Lucille worked hard all her life to get where she was, buying and selling real estat...
You call me and tell me to pack an extra set of clothes and that you also have something for me to wear. As part of my training, I acquiesce and try to figure out what you have in store for me. As I get into your Jeep, you tell me that a friend of yours was very interested in meeting me. That I was his favorite body type for what he likes. At this point, I'...
(Please read Chapter 1 if you haven't already. This multi-chapter story could be listed in several different groups. It contains group sex, bisexual and gay contact, incest, BDSM and other fetishes. If this offends you, please stop now. If it doesn't, I hope you enjoy. And a special thanks to Julie, my kinky muse, for her wonderful inspiration and support.)...
Zankoku first became aware of the new sensations as he began to wake. He was pleasantly warm and the gnawing hunger was at bay for the moment, not to mention the bed was actually comfortable, making him wonder if he'd been moved. He stretched slowly, feeling the protest of long unused muscles, but it was a good thing. His eyes opened, and he blinked, a start...
In ancient Egypt the pharaoh of the time believed that he had found to elixir to immortality. He had his most trusted servant instill it into his private stocks of wine. He drank it but yet nothing ever happened to him. He still felt mortal, he still bled like a mortal and he aged like one as well. But still he drank hoping that one day it would take effect,...
1 week ago. Lyra sighed. She might as well give up now rather than find some other guy who might be the one and might not be the one and then end up going through the whole process over again. It was the same with every guy she met. She really liked them, and she wanted to try and go further with them, but that one dammed secret just kept getting in the way!...
You see me walking down the street, wearing my Hijab and long robe, and you make all kinds of erroneous assumptions about me. I am not oppressed, I am not a religious freak, I am not a terrorist. I am a Muslim woman, pure and simple. Get that through your head. I have the same thoughts, feelings and needs, whether physical, emotional or sexual ( yes, Muslim...
Chapter 17 The Farmer's Daughter and the Traveling Salesman In those days with the roads rutted and washed out by the first hard rain, unless expanding their routes and/or enjoying being stuck in the mud, traveling salesmen didn't stray and venture out much further than a few miles past the city limits. There were plenty of farms bunched together near the...