This is my second submission to literotica. Before the story I would like to begin by thanking all of those who sent me encouraging words through feedbacks and comments to my first submission. It has given me even more enthusiasm in writing for erotic pleasure, both yours and mine. The following story is also based on a fantasy of mine and I would like to s...
My name is Rachel Winston Jacobs. And I am a Muslim. I was born in North London, England, and lived there my whole life. When most people think of a Muslim woman, I'm not what they think of. I stand six feet tall, with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. I was born in the United Kingdom to conservative Anglican parents. I was a student at Cambridge Universi...
I fuck the hotel manager and more, much, much more! It was fucking crazy really or even crazy fucking if you like. He was a manager in a hotel, I was a guest. He was married and in his early forties. I was single in my early twenties. He was dark skinned, dark eyed and dark haired. I am an English rose; pale skin, though I do tan and get freckles, natural...
Ahmed sat on the couch waiting. At his feet, the dark-haired girl trembled as he stroked her hair. He had not been gentle with her when he had arrived. He needed her fear to be real. The girl should be afraid with what he had found on her computer. Her master would be very upset should he find out. He glanced at his Rolex, Kate would be arriving any moment....
Author's note. This is a continuation of my previous story 'My Egyptian Romance.' Although not essential, I suggest you read that first. Chapter 02: Betrothed I was besotted with him. No, that suggests a temporary crush and that was not what I felt for Ahmed. I was in love with him as I had been for most of the six months I had known him. We met when I ha...
Lillian moved about the hotel suite with a quiet, relaxed grace, traversing the large room from the bed to the dresser several times, as she emptied her suitcase, which lay open on the bed. She went about her task methodically, with an accomplished ease and economy of movement that revealed her abundance of travel experience. She separated her clothing metic...
My name is Lina Khatib and this is my chronicle of events. I am what you would call a desperate housewife and many of my friends are desperate housewives too. We live on a Mountain in the Latakia region and our town is completely Alwaite, no other sects live here. At the bottom of the mountain is a mixed Christian-Sunni town, but we've started to have proble...
Ahmed is a bald pot bellied hairy man, standing 5'6" tall in his fifties with a mustache and a long beak nose of Turkish decent. He spoke to his wife Kara, a tall woman around 5'10" who was in her late forties, with a thin Manish body with small breasts and a hard thin face with the same nose features like her husband, she was of Arab decent. Ahmed turned fr...
"As Salam Alaikum, Miss Al-Sabhan, is Ahmed home?" Mohamed Hersi asked, as he stood at the door of the Al-Sabhan household. Fahima Al-Sabhan, the Riyadh-born, recently widowed lady of the house shook her head as she looked at the six-foot-tall, dark-skinned young East African Muslim man who stood before her. There was a hopeful look on the brother's handsome...
Folks, I think I am an addict. Simply put, I am addicted to Somali booty. I think Somali women have the best butts in the world. Right now, I'm thrusting my long and thick, uncircumcised Black dick into the asshole of a sexy Somali chick named Farah Ahmed and I'm having the time of my life. The name is Devlin Saint-Augustin. A big and tall young Black man of...