"Nadia, dammit, woman, don't tease me like that," Yousef Ali said, grinning, as he walked into his living room. After a long day working for Securitas Canada at an office building in downtown Ottawa, the six-foot-tall, burly and dark-skinned Djiboutian Muslim workman was tired, and looking forward to getting some much-needed rest. Still, he had a feeling tha...
Sitting in the living room of her boyfriend Aziz's apartment, Nadia Al-Masri smiled to herself as she looked at the contents of her man's computer. The fool actually left everything open before he went to his afternoon classes at Carleton University. Apparently, Aziz Kalenzaga, the tall, dark-skinned and macho West African stud who stole the young Yemeni-Can...
The sun rose over the City of Djouba, South Sudan. As was his custom, Bilal Akol rose with it. Six feet three inches tall, lean and muscular, with skin of a rich mahogany hue, the young South Sudanese Muslim man rolled out his prayer rug, and began his prayer. He thanked the Most High for allowing him to wake up, and after finishing his prayer, he got ready...
Later that day, Nadia and her twenty year old slave Slave 138 arrived at Isabella's home for Nadia's training. Nadia wore a white lace push up corset, black leather boots, and tight fitting brown equestrian pants. Slave 138 was nude except for his black leather collar. Nadia did not have him wear his chastity device on that day. Isabella's home was a lavis...
The dusky graveyard had been torn apart and emptied. Its ancient tombstones were cracked and toppled, its rusted gates broken off the hinges. The ground was freshly dug and churned so that massive piles of dirt bordered the dozens of previously undisturbed graves. Every moldy coffin had been cracked open, and every vine-covered tomb had been ransacked, but n...
Dammit, they're out there again, Cullen thought to himself when he saw the two college students sunbathing in bikinis in their backyard. Well, HIS backyard, actually, as they were his tenants in his rental house next door. They were good renters, always paid on time and weren't party throwers. Maybe living next door to your landlord had something to do with...
Chapter 6: Private Session ======================= After escorting Rachel to her bungalow I rushed back to our bungalow, hoping to catch Kate before she leaves for her private session with Laura and Andie, the lesbian couple. Although my decision not to accept Rachel's invitation to join her inside felt good overall, a part of me, down at hip level, was wi...
The sun rose over the City of Accra, Ghana. After a successful hunt, Nadia Mahama lay in her lair, safe and sound. College Town, a geographical area of ten kilometers encompassing several of Accra's top schools, including the University of Ghana, Accra Polytechnic, Central University and the Accra Institute of Technology, proved to be a rich feeding ground....
"Is it possible for a Black man to have a fetish for his own race? I love dominant Black women but the ones in the professional BDSM world seem allergic to me," Alain Dumont said, lamenting his woes as he sat opposite his long-time best friend Nadia Garang. The six-foot-tall, short-haired, curvy and gorgeously dark-skinned South Sudanese Muslim student sighe...
Back in 2000, yes that was a long time ago, wasn't it? I was exchanging emails with a young Birmingham University student named, Nadia. She told me she was a virgin and we cyber-sexed for a time. She also sent me some revealing photos although terrified her father might discover what she'd done. I wrote this story for her just before she and her roommate w...