As Salam Alaikum, people. My name is Shaima Nadir and I'm a young Muslim woman of Saudi Arabian and Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I studied business administration at the University of Ottawa, and lately, life has been alright. I got a cushy job working for the Canadian government, and my parents, Ali and Amina Nadir are fiercely prou...
At breakfast the next day, Oliver arrived at my table shortly after I'd sat down. Unlike the weary face I'd seen earlier in the mirror, he looked untouched by the previous late night and the early morning start. "So, how was the aromatic, Zola last night?" he said, crunching on a slice of toast, covered thickly in peanut butter. "I saw you two leaving hand...
Call me Kay. It's short for Khadija Ali. I'm a young Somali woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I am twenty two years old. Presently, I study at Algonquin College, and someday, I am going to be a police officer. In the meantime, I'm working as a cashier at a grocery store and trying to get by. Pure and simple. The police foundations program at Algon...
So there it is – the date when you finally have a job and have to move out from your parents! Within a month of getting the job I already found myself a place to move – I was so excited about the prospect of leaving my parents' house that I didn't even bother viewing too many properties – the first one that looked ok I took! It was a place relatively easy t...
"Do you think this is a good idea? We have been going to our usual place for so long that it seems almost as if we are abandoning old friends." "But, Ava, we all decided during our last meeting that we wanted to try something new and Kayla suggested this place. She said that their food was really good and it was a place that catered to mostly women so we co...
"Out of curiosity, Mistress Christina called me once and asked if there was anything I wanted you to do. I told her that I wanted you to seduce a woman you know. No one in particular, but someone, we both, know. You never said anything, so I assumed it never happened. Did it?" Steve asked. Well, I did tell you that I hooked up with a beautiful woman at her...
A Word From the Author None of this is real. It's all fiction. We need to be positively clear on this. What I've put into words about each lovely lady is nothing more than one's man's own sexual fantasies. The real life female celebrities depicted in these stories are all very nice ladies. I love and respect them all. They're also sexually appealing females...
Chapter 14: Payback This is the final chapter in the chronicle of the MILF club. If you have not read any other chapters I suggest you go back and read them for background. This chapter follows the original characters Peter and Sherry. I couldn't believe I was having lunch with Taylor again. Not only was she plain and overweight, but she could talk the hea...
"I'm not a dyke, I may feel certain things when I'm around certain girls but I'm not like those weird, extreme bitches I see walking around at pride parades," Farah Elmi said, somewhat angrily and the six-foot-tall, dark-skinned and slender, Hijab-wearing young Somali Muslim woman leaned back in her chair, and sighed deeply. Sitting in the living room of her...
Racquel landed in Brisbane. She had a lay-over for several hours and very much wanted to see a new country right away even if Brisbane wasn't a city she would be spending much time in. She went into an airport bathroom, peeled off he panties and stuffed them in her duffle-bag. She put on the long white boots again and a tiny black mini-skirt, a fresh thong...