Persian Stories

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Unexpected at the Office

by infinite on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

The noise of the bus still filling my ears, I slowly wandered down the hall toward my office, taking my time to unwind and lose the wish to injure the senseless, annoying people whose ‘humour’ had kept me from my nap. Through dusky halls I walked, my heels tap-tapping on the cold tile floor until I arrived at the office door. I paused at the threshold, calmi...

Maratha King & Black Beauty

by SargonofNukkad on Dec 24, 2019
Romance

The year is 1753. Sindh is under the rule of the mighty Maratha empire. Bahadur Rao, the governor of Sindh was inspecting his province along with his cousin brother Vishwanath Rao. Bahadur was the son of a Rajput ruler & his Turkish concubine. He looked around as he continued riding his horse. Just a few months back, he captured Sindh for the Empire. He was...

Historical Erotica Ch. 01

by Scheherazade88 on Sep 15, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Note to Reader: The Following story unfolds in Tehran- Iran in 1953 during an attempted American-CIA and British MI6 coup against the democratically elected government of Mohammad Mosaddegh. Codenamed Operation Ajax the plan was to remove Mosaddegh and increase the power of the Iranian Shah (King), Shah Mohammad Reza Pahlavi. The story follows John Hopkins,...

Fatima Sayyid of Vanier Ch. 10

by Samuelx on Oct 15, 2017
Interracial Love

"The Halloween party was off the hook," Fatima Sayyid said to her lover, Raul James, as they walked through the Algonquin College parking lot. It was a chill night in the Nepean sector of Ottawa, Ontario, and after much dancing and drinking, the rather adventurous couple was looking forward to going home. They got in Raul's van and drove away, thus beginning...

Afro-Persian Romance

by Samuelx on Sep 12, 2017
Interracial Love

This is why I'm hot. I'm the six-foot-tall, brown-skinned and dark-eyed Afro-Persian beauty you can't take your eyes off as I stride through the Boston University campus. Clad in my long blue winter jacket over dark blue jeans, my hair covered by a fashionable White hijab, I look hotter than most of the bare-headed Infidel chicks you see walking around downt...

Historical Erotica Ch. 02

by Scheherazade88 on Sep 15, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Note to Reader: It's 1532 and the main character, Leyla Khanom, is a Harem girl of Turkish Anatolian origin. A raven beauty with dark hair and eyes with light skin, she is a woman of great intellect, culture and possess artistic and musical qualities. A great conversationalist who can hold discussions on Greek Philosophy, Astronomy, Theology, Political strat...

Master of the Caress of Naked Flesh

by ThePersianStallion on Oct 8, 2019
Erotic Horror

The vast night sky shines it's mystery and power down to the land enveloping the houses underneath with its mysterious glow. The infinite light of the cosmos raining down from the heavens. In a nice yet unassuming house under the night sky, candles are lit in a back room. A mattress has been placed in the middle of the room as a makeshift altar with candles...

Historic Humiliations

by Absentedmindedspirit on Oct 7, 2016
Fetish

You are a time traveling spirit set out to undo the prententions of power-hungry shrews, who, despite their good looks, are nasty to the bone and long deserving of comeuppance.What's next? 10th Century Arabia, or the 1,001st Tale Atlanta, 1864: A Bellum Belle Roman Empire, 2nd Century Merry Old England The Land of Midas, Ancient Greece! What's next? 10t...

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Emma Ch. 23

by bradley_stoke on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

XXIII Near Emma’s and Charlotte’s flat was a news agent where the girls and their friends often went to buy newspapers, milk, magazines, sweets and food, as it was one of these news agents that stayed open long after the supermarkets closed. It was a fairly modest shop, with a standard selection of alcoholic products and the full range of magazines, cigaret...

Arab Femdom in Boston

by Samuelx on Sep 11, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Raindrops keep falling on my head as I stride through the busy, crowded streets of Boston, Massachusetts. It's a late Monday afternoon in early September and feels more like spring than fall, mainly because of the hot rains we still get from time to time. It's times like these that I miss home the most. I am a daughter of the desert. It's who I am. I don't b...