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My Indonesian Muslim Policewoman

by Samuelx on Nov 26, 2017
Interracial Love

The day started out nicely enough for Ibrahim Gemeda, former Corporal with the Ethiopian Federal Police, and current bodyguard of His Excellency Adam Teshome, former Minister of the Interior and the new Ambassador of Ethiopia in the City of Jakarta, Indonesia. The run rose over the City of Samarinda, in the East Kalimantan region of Borneo, Indonesia, promis...

Papuan Big Black Cock

by malayforbnwo on Apr 29, 2025

Fani, 25 years old, 148 cm, 50 kg, is a housewife. Her husband, Adi, is a mining entrepreneur who has a cooperation contract with PT.F in Papua. One day, the racist Adi issued a racist insult to a native Papuan employee. Not accepting being insulted, Max, the employee intends to take ****. When Adi is out of town on business, Max and his gang kidnap Fani and...

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Doing the Lord's Work

by No Panty Girl on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

I was 43 years old when I volunteered to live with the Kamula tribe in a remote village in western Papua New Guinea after the church asked for someone to translate the Bible into the local language. I took my husband and children and set out leaning the language from scratch. Many of the Kamula people had never seen a white person until the late 1970s. The...

Paola's Apple Pie

by monro3141 on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

I guess the true beauty of submission is hard to write about. I hope that I was able to understand a submissive mind. That would please me quite a bit. If you don't like anything please let me know. ***** She was busy making dinner when her cell phone vibrates to see his message. She chuckles. While she is waiting for her ziti to cook, Paoala begins to set...

Compromised

by No Panty Girl on Sep 14, 2017
Loving Wives

We had departed Papua, New Guinea outbound to find an island to spend the next week in solicitude. The Zaka was loaded stem to stern with a fresh load of supplies as her bow cut the sea on an east south east course leaving civilization astern. Zaka was a forty foot Sabre with an auxiliary diesel and could easily be sailed by my husband and me. John had ret...

A Shipwreck

by thearchduke on Sep 19, 2017
NonHuman

Sailing across the South Pacific was a beautiful and deadly affair. The strong currents, both wind and water, allowed the journey to move smoothly. The only downside to such a voyage was the size of sea one had to traverse. Nearly 5,000 miles of nothing but ocean water and the occasional deserted island, that was the South Pacific trade lanes. Not only was t...

Nalani

by Fred190666 on Aug 5, 2019
Romance

Notes from the author: Hi everyone! Ever since I wrote Life is a Runway - which had a WWII element in its plot - I have been itching to craft a WWII war bride story (with a happy ending, of course: I simply refuse to write anything that is not corny). This obviously implied some serious research on my part and major adjustments to the mores of my usual prota...

Margaret and Ruth

by DevisPixi on Dec 25, 2019
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

"It's possible for a person to change one's sexual preference later in life," Margaret explained to her colleague, Ruth. "Did you discover this truth in New Guinea?" "Yes, while I was in Papua New Guinea, I developed intimate relationships with the village women." "While you were pretending to be a ceremonial virgin?" "It was necessary for my research to...

redwind

by heykiza on Mar 16, 2019
Non-Erotic

Le pale del uh-60 blackhawk su cui ero a bordo fendevano l'aria provocando un leggero sibilo che mi entrava costantemente nelle orecchie, eravamo partiti dalla base Nato Diyarbakir un ora prima del nostro arrivo e per tutto il viaggio rimasi concentrata sull'importanza di quella operazione, cercando di cacciare via ogni mio pensiero e problema personale. L'a...

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La partita

by SeriousBrainDamage on Mar 12, 2018
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

La strada scorreva liscia sotto le ruote della Ypsilon nera. Non c'era fretta, ma Carolina aveva sempre avuto il piede pesante ed in più era una che detestava anche solo l'idea di arrivare in ritardo. Figurarsi poi alla sua prima partita ufficiale. All'orizzonte dense nubi grige si addensavano coprendo a tratti il sole, forse avrebbe piovuto, ma sperava che...

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