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A Sexy Hijabi Sits On My Face

by Samuelx on Sep 12, 2017
Interracial Love

Eating pussy during Ramadan isn't specifically forbidden in the Koran, I told myself as I gently spread Aludra Kamal's legs and began licking her sweet pussy like my life depended on it. We're in my dorm at Northwestern University, getting busy. Aludra giggled as I began pleasuring her. Gosh, why are women from the Kingdom of Morocco such sensually adventuro...

The Hijab Hunter: Saudi Girls

by Samuelx on Sep 12, 2017
Interracial Love

When everything is wrong, just follow your own instincts. Those are the words I live by. In case you're wondering who this is, the name is Halima Osman. I was born in the town of Minneapolis, Minnesota, to Saudi immigrant parents. I'm five-foot-nine, large-breasted, wide-hipped and big-bottomed, with an hourglass figure. I have light bronze skin, light brown...

Ramadan

by TamLin01 on Sep 13, 2017
Group Sex

"Do not tell a friend anything you would conceal from an enemy."-Arab proverb. *** "There is, of course, the tale of the man who built a horse of ebony that flew through the air with its rider—" "We've heard that one already. What about the tale of the three Sufi Qalandars who were each the sons of kings and also each blind in one eye?" "That one was as...

Suleiman and Zahra in Ottawa

by Samuelx on May 21, 2019
Erotic Couplings

Meet Zahra Hamid, a young black Muslim woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Six feet tall, curvy and lovely, with dark brown skin, long curly dark hair and chestnut eyes, Zahra is a fine exemplar of the modern African Muslim woman. Educated in business management at Carleton University, Zahra works for Shared Services and represents...

Sultan of Bwangodesh Ch. 01

by SargonofNukkad on Dec 24, 2019
Novels and Novellas

"Steady my boy. A day will come when you will rule Bwangodesh. Till then toil hard & have faith in Allah. Ameen!" Vradhman woke up all shaken. The strong rays of Sun entering the small hut suggested that it was afternoon. Vradhman cursed himself for waking up so late. It was the day of the village fair. He was given the duty of security officer at the fair...

Cuckoldry, Spirituality, Family Ch. 07

by submind on Sep 12, 2017
Interracial Love

During the absence of the newlyweds, my time was split between work and endless moments of thinking at home. I had a feeling of emptiness; I was missing Abida and our Master. This, however, gave me plenty of time to consider the situation I would have to face when they return. I could not avoid thinking that I had been the initiator of all this, the one, no...

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...

Seraglio

by mizlizzy on Sep 19, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Prince Mustapha's Palace didn't look like much from the street, merely a large building with high plastered walls pierced only by the gate and a few high windows protected by fretwork lattice. The building was more recently whitewashed than its neighbors and the wooden trim painted brilliant cobalt, but there was nothing to hint it held a modern Seraglio....

My Somali Hijabi MILF Goddess

by Samuelx on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

"Mr. Gordon, if you don't come back to the clinic for your follow-up, the immigration medical results won't be submitted to C.I.C. and your case won't proceed," said the receptionist, a red-haired, chubby young white woman with a cold, super-fake smile. I stood in front of the receptionist desk inside Grandview Medical Center, the medical testing facility lo...

A Somali Girl Finds Love At Last

by Samuelx on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Couplings

I used to think the institution of marriage wasn't for guys like me, until I met the woman I was meant to be with. In my old life I was known as Kendrick Wilkins, but these days I go by the moniker Brother Khalid. I'm a hard-working student at Crossroads College, with a double major in business administration and theology. Someday I will become a preacher. I...