My name is Sana, I am a Pakistani girl but have spent most of my life in the USA. These days I am studying Medicine in London. This is the first of my many sexual experiences. My family is from Pakistan but we are fairly modernized. From my teens I was allowed to dress in shorts and dresses, on the beach and pool I would wear proper swimwear and my parents...
My wife Hina, is very shy and conservative by nature. She comes from a Pakistani Muslim Pathan background (as do I) and normally wears full length clothes in public with minimal show of skin. Shorts, skirts, sleeveless tops, cleavage, form fitting clothes all are a big no, despite my encouragement. The only time she opens up and dresses a bit more sexy is wh...
# This may or may not be my last ever erotic story. Although my circumstances have changed for the better I have finally run out of ideas; apart from a possible part III to this story! # Love from Amy XX * The days after our night at the Swingers Club were weird; Connie and I didn't talk about what had happened until the Tuesday night after we'd fucked and...
Karan Shastri, a man in his early 30s, IT graduate from IIT, with honors and made a big in road in the rising IT industry of India, he worked few years in California with Microsoft and now working as cyber security consultant with Indian Ministry of Defense. He is brilliant, loving, earn well and always lavish and careless about, where money goes. An odd t...
Nadia Khan looked at the tall, dark and handsome African-American man who lay next to her. Hard to believe that a year ago, her husband Omar Jackson considered himself an atheist and a soldier of the United States of America. Now he was a practicing Muslim and a hard-working herdsman and farmer living in the woods outside Multan, one of the largest cities of...
Bablee was standing below shower as water poured over her naked body. She made sure that all her body was wet with water before turning off the water tap. Her hair was completely soaked and was spread across her back. She picked up the soap and started soaping her body. As she touched her breasts while soaping them, suddenly a strange feeling passed through...
Leaving Fredericksburg, and not that far out Route 16, we found a new chain motel that was nearly empty. It was so new that it probably wasn't taking reservations yet. We stopped, and I went inside. The motel desk was operated by a Pakistani family, a husband and wife team with a small child behind the counter. The woman was quietly mysterious, with dark dee...
Time seemed to come to a stand still for Masooma. What she witnessed moments ago, she never imagined in her dreams. Has the world gone crazy? Is she hallucinating? How could her husband fuck a woman right in front of her? How can a husband watch his wife taken by another person? But all the four characters, including her own self were right there -- in the l...
How the story came about, how it all started is an integral part of the tale. Let me tell you, this part does not have much sex, but is the one that builds up the characters that play a major role in the ensuing two parts. It happens that from time to time people are thrown in together, diverse people, who otherwise might never have met. Enemies - feudal or...
Masooma was Sanjay sahib's guide and so far proving herself a nice company. Somehow, this young Pakistani girl along with his daughter, Rekha, convinced him that he needed to get out of the house for some fresh air and sightseeing. His wife stayed home, saying that she was too "old" for the aimless, endless walks. Surprisingly, Rekha encouraged her mama to s...