Somali Stories

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Saudi Girls Into Haitian Men

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

It's often been said that you find out not who or what you think you want but that which you need when you least expect it. I find this to be true, mainly because it happened to me. The name is Khadra Al-Jubeir and I was born in the City of Jeddah, Saudi Arabia, to a Saudi Arabian father and a Somali immigrant mother. As a Muslim immigrant woman living in th...

A Black Prince in England

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

In a past life, my name was Christine McCain. I was born in the City of London, England, to a family that didn't really practice any religion. My mother Abigail Rosenberg comes from a Jewish background and my father James McCain comes from a Christian background. By the time they had me, they were both Atheists. I attended Cambridge College for Business Admi...

From Haiti to Japan Ch. 01

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

"Samuel, I'm sorry but I'm just not interested, besides, I'm with someone else," Esther Voltaire said to me, after I confessed my feelings to her. Esther, the queen of the Haitian Adventist church of Ottawa, and the gal I've worshipped since High School. One bright Saturday morning I decided to tell her how I feel, and as you can see, the results were less t...

From Saudi Arabia With Love

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

As a Muslim gal from Saudi Arabia, I'm supposed to be weak, submissive and easily dominated. That's what I hear all the time, and not just from uneducated ruffians but from university people, those who ought to know better. My name is Azeeza Bin Sultan and I'm here to destroy or at the very least do damage to your impressions of what a Muslim woman is. Wheth...

Total Woman Trainers Ch. 03

by bhuff on Sep 13, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Total Woman Academy graduates were ubiquitous in international commerce, national governments and advanced research institutions. The organization had placed graduates with countless organizations controlled by their extensive network of the world's elite. The peak recruiting seasons were spring-time, when TWA senior coeds graduated into the broader world, a...

Sister Golden Hair Delight Ch. 33

by calibeachgirl on Sep 14, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Chapter 33 It thrilled me to touch him there Mid-afternoon, Wednesday, October 17th Malibu Alessa.... It had been ten weeks since I watched my Jimmy slip away and forever enter the world of memories. Whatever future we had promised one another was dead and buried along with him. I was amazed how I seemed to be repeating my mother's life. I sat behind...

A Good Black Man In Ottawa

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

My name is Romania Tremblay, and I'm a young woman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born in the town of Moncton, Province of New Brunswick, but raised in the Capital region of Canada. I have often been told that I cut an imposing figure. I stand six feet two inches tall, slim and fit, with long blonde hair and pale blue eyes. I am one...

Mistress Donna of Jamaica

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

"Ma'am, has anyone ever told you that you look just like Serena Williams, you know, the tennis star?" says the chubby, bespectacled young white woman working at the makeup counter at Sephora, and I take a deep breath, and bite back the sharp reply that's just on the tip of my tongue. Instead, I nod and smile, trying to be as friendly as I can. One of my new...

Vampires versus Zombies

by Samuelx on Sep 13, 2017
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

Hey, there. My name is Zachary Etienne. I was born in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec, to Haitian immigrant parents. I lived a fairly normal life in my hometown, enrolling at McGill University to study Criminology and living it up on weekends like everybody in the town of Montreal. I was twenty years old when the Zombie Plague hit. I mean, at first...

The Vampires of Djibouti

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
NonHuman

"Die, you filthy blood sucker, Seed of Shaitan," screamed the East African villager, right before he and his confederates, a mob of unruly bozos, drove a foot-long wooden spike through my heart. It's a good thing that a lot of people buy into the myths about stakes through the heart ending a Vampire's existence, because, well, obviously I lived to tell the t...