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Jokes and GigglesChapter 579

This is Compliments of the Web_Magician The complete SHIT HAPPENS - in various world Religions / Societies / Groups / Products / Companies. Abstract Impressionism: Look at this shit I just took on the canvas! Africanism: No more white shit. Agnosticism 1: I don’t know shit! Agnosticism 2: Shit might have happened; then again, maybe not. Agnosticism 3: What is this shit? Agnosticism 4: You can’t prove any of this shit! Agnosticism 5: Did someone shit? Agnosticism 6: Shit may or may...

The ImamChapter 8

RASHIDA 17th of Jumaada al-awal l4l7 (September 30, l996) Rashida had been briefed by the mistress of her dormitory on the protocol of the plea and hearing. She took a quick moment to think of what to say to those men with long beards and curious stares. She searched through her file of close memories of the small university. Men and women were never seen chatting or mingling. They remained within their separate camps: the men on the main campus, the women two miles away on a dust and...

Cat and Mouse There s An Idol In The Jungle And A Mage Is In The Mist

Cat and Mouse: There's An Idol In The Jungle And A Mage Is In The Mist by Bluto WEEK 14 "Cat." "Huh?" "Cat, wake up, we're about to land." "Ahhh, why are you waking me just for that, Nightman?" "Cat, how many weeks has it been since you turned the Mouse into a baby?" "What?? Oh, I don't know.? What's today, Tuesday?? Oh, I guess it's been 14 weeks as of? today.? And I didn't change Mouse into a baby, Malato-Zu did!" "Forget about that.? Look at her, sleeping over...

Bravo ForceChapter 10 Ceuta Sector

The sun was still struggling over the foothills when Jazira brought her 'mobile to a halt at Pru's door. Like most natives, she preferred to do her outdoor activities when the heat was at a minimum. Pru climbed into the 'mobile, settling next to her friend, leaning to press a light kiss on her cheek. "How you doing, today?" she asked conventionally. Jazz put the 'mobile in motion before she answered. "I've been thinking, Pru. I do need to do something to bring Zahlman back to...

My brother s Hijabi Wife

Disclaimer: This isn't my story!My brother Ali married Aliyah a year ago. We all lived in the same house. I was still not married back then as was staying with them in Islamabad while I worked there on a contract. Aliyah was a very shy girl. Always praying or reading quran, she used to wear hijab, jilbab and even niqab when outside the house though in the house she would take off her niqab. She was really pretty with lovely big eyes. She also had a really big pair of tits which poked through...

Wetwork Ch 04 05

Chapter 4 Chris stood in Sarah’s kitchen as she looked at him. She was taking the news fairly well seeing as how he had just told her he was going to Chicago for a while, and an NSA agent would be following her while he was gone. He also was leaving his pistol with her. For one he couldn’t get it through the airport, and also he wanted her to have some form of protection. She had nodded through his whole explanation, not quite getting the whole story, but he was able to tell her the gist of...

A Somali Hijabi Falls In Love

As salam alaikum, people. My name is Hodan Qadir, and I’m a Somali Muslim sister living in the City of Gatineau, Quebec. I’m five-foot-ten, curvy and dark-skinned, with long black hair which I almost always tuck away under my modest Hijab. Just one of thousands of pious, Hijab-wearing Somali Muslim sisters living in the Ottawa/Gatineau Metropolitan Area. You see us every day. A lot of Somali sisters living in the vastness of Canada lead double lives, and I ought to know, because I used to be...

Flights of Consciousness Book III Charitable Good DeedsChapter 32

Two thugs, one named Howie, the other Ken, no last names — not yet, anyway, David thought — had been hired to torch the shelter by a man named Glen Brown, but Brown wasn't the initiating party. Someone else had hired Brown, but because a man that Brown referred to as Kevin had hired Brown over the telephone, the trail to the culprit who had initiated the attack against the shelter went cold. Knowing that he'd taken too much time to learn just those few facts, David stopped his...

The ImamChapter 2

KHOZEM IN COMMAND 11th of Safar 1436 (December 4, 2014) Khozem Bengaliwala sat against the walls of his father’s home in Mecca. He propped himself on the hard pillows which lined the perimiter of the spacious room. He had been through much in the last few years. His beard had grown as well as his belly. A white turban crowned his head, and he had purchased new glasses. He finished university in Cairo in accordance with his father’s instructions. Even though he completed the many years of...

Black Man Marries Arab Woman Ch 05

Hey, there. The name is Charleston Winston. A tall young Black man living in the City of Hartford, Connecticut. I am a student at Hartford University, and I am happily married to Fathiyah Al-Fatah Winston, a beautiful young Arab woman whom I met at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. My lady converted to Christianity from Islam in order to marry me. Her family is still mad as hell and they want us dead. Her father is currently incarcerated at Kingston Penitentiary in...

Carstairs of ArabiaChapter 21 The Ugliest Laptop Ever Made

I woke up at nine, which was fine except a bit too late to attend the buffet in the main building. Never mind: I called the kitchen again and ordered breakfast. It would take a while to reach me, but as long as I didn’t order any hot items that was fine. Yoghurt, a bun and some jam would do me. I selected a suit and showed up just in time for my daily session with Alexandra. Technically this was the start of a new week, although neither I nor Alexandra got any days off. It was crunch time...

The ImamChapter 4

THE PLAN 15th of Jumaada al-awal 1417 (September 28, 1996) Syedna Tariq Bengaliwala, surrounded by his bodyguards, began the prayers within the Al–Azim mosque, leading two thousand believers in prostration towards Mecca. The high tones from the muezzin’s voice calling everyone to prayer overwhelmed even the bodyguards. Their duty to pray without restraints overrode their duty to guard Tariq with the closest attention. They bowed their heads to the ground and kissed their prayer cloths in...

The ImamChapter 5

THE VEIL 16th of Jumaada al-awal 1417 (September 29, 1996) Khozem glanced about the naked room of the university hall. It seemed stripped of any aesthetic quality. A desk sat menacingly in the corner. A picture of his father stared at him from the wall. A long table with chairs lay towards the front of the room. To Khozem the desk by his father’s picture seemed out of place. No one really came here to get any work done. Rather, people sat in judgment of each other in this warm, muggy room,...

Maimuna The Somali MILF

What’s up people? Stefano Saint-Mathieu here. Technically, I’m supposed to leave work around seven in the morning but I almost never do. The bus heading to Nepean stops by the Bank Street building where I work overnight security around six thirty five, and I try my best to catch it. Otherwise I’d have to wait for the next one at six forty five, and in the freezing core of downtown Ottawa, that sucks. The Ontario winter is no joke. So I always make a run for it when I see the bus. I absolutely...

Ayaan And Joel In Montreal

Birds of a feather flock together, as they say. I respectfully disagree. Opposites attract, and it often works wonders. Please allow me to elaborate on that, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Joel Saint-Vincent, and I was born in the City of Montreal, Quebec, to a Haitian immigrant father and a French Canadian mother. My folks, Lucas Saint-Vincent and Marlene Tremblay split when I was in the tenth grade, and I guess you could say that I come from a broken home. I’d like to think that my...

A Happy Somali Couple

Faith, as has been said, is a funny thing. Many people say that my religion is sexist, that it oppresses women, and all that shit. Well, they’re right, and they’re also wrong. The religion of Islam doesn’t oppress women. Insecure Muslim men use the religion of Islam to oppress misinformed women who lacks the brains and guts to speak up for themselves. My name is Ayanna Muhammad, and I’m a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Calgary, province of Alberta. I recently married...

Bisexual Women Of Somalia

As Salam Alaikum, dear readers. My name is Yasmin Aden and I’m a 46-year-old Somali Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I was born in the Puntland region of Somalia. My family moved to Ontario when I was younger, and I haven’t left the country since. Hell, asides from routine trips to the cities of Gatineau or Montreal on the Quebec side, I seldom leave the province of Ontario. This land is dear to me, ladies and gentlemen. I’ve lived my whole life there, practically. After...

White Man Fucks my Muslim Arab Mother

Story by AlhenaIt was a hot Saturday afternoon in Dublin Ireland where I had just finished doing some yard work at my mom's house. My name is Muhammad and I am 24 years old jobless and living with my mom. I was born in Ireland, but my parents were born in Saudi Arabia, where we moved from the area full of turmoil. However my father would often return to Saudi Arabia to make things better supposedly. This led to him being killed 3 years ago.The family was just me and my beautiful mother Fatma....

Genderwave The Analyst

This is my third Genderwave tale. The others, also available on Fictionmania, are called: Genderwave: First Reports Genderwave: Ramifications Like this, these are standalone tales. You don't have to have read any to follow the others, but if you want to set a story in the Genderwave universe these are the stories that form the 'bible' for that universe. The universe 'rules' can be found at the end of the first tale. * GENDERWAVE: THE...

A Fresh StartChapter 144 President Buckman

“Good evening. Almost four weeks ago our nation was attacked by terrorists. Four airplanes were hijacked in a coordinated attack and flown to targets in New York and Washington. Two were crashed into the World Trade Center in New York, one was targeted at the Pentagon here in Washington, and a fourth crashed in Pennsylvania when the passengers managed to overpower their attackers but lost their lives in the process. President Bush and over 3,200 other people died that day, and our nation...

Oscar MeyersChapter 26

Carrying a rather large piece of luggage, Oscar strolled down the hallway as if he owned the hotel. The hallway was basically bare; painted in a dull white. Every thirty feet, the walls were broken by pairs of doors that faced an identical pair of doors on the other side of the hallway. The floor was covered with a commercial carpet intended to be unnoticed while hiding stains and dampening noise. After walking more than half the length of the hallway, Oscar arrived at his room. He checked...

Dun and Dusted Part 3 Book 7 of Poacher s ProgressChapter 10 The Resident Advisor

Huck Dolihaye had been correct; there was little at Vadanappally other than the road to Thrissur. The village of Vadanappally was not on the coast but was situated on a lagoon, reached via an inlet from the Indian Ocean. I assumed this lagoon was formed at the same time as those around Cochin, and by the same cyclone. I had been given a letter by Huck to show the senior officer of any Madras European /Native Infantry/Cavalry Regiment I encountered, asking, nay demanding, I be given all the...

Mind the TimeChapter 46

Over the next hundred years, terrorist groups rose and terrorist groups fell. They had one plan and one plan only. Kill the Great Satan. They didn't understand that the United States really meant it when they wrote Freedom of Religion into their Constitution. When the Princessapality of the Island divided the United States, Jihadism, a term coined in the early part of the 21st century, and used to cover Islamic insurgency and terrorism had become a new religion with a base founded on Islam...

Simple Words Guided by the Hand of GodChapter 2

In part one of the story of the life of Saint Teresa of Avila, an attractive young girl decides to devote her life to the service of God and to follow the teachings of Holy Mother Church. It is important to put the life of Saint Teresa in the perspective of the time in which she lived and labored in the vineyards of the Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. The 1500s were a tumultuous period of human existence. Worldwide religion was relatively a new concept focused around the belief in a single...

Fifteen Forever Girls from Outer SpaceChapter 6 Used

“Hi,” Mohammad greeted Paul as he arrived in the car park, at just before four o’clock the next day - Tuesday. Mia had texted the plan, after Grace had finally replied “OK” to his fifth apology late last night. The gang would ride out to the junction, then Grace and Paul would go left while Mo and Mia went right, and wait at the first and third junctions each way. Mo knew Mia was keeping him away from Grace. Grace was just bound to have told Mother Hen all about it! Anyway he’d got his new...

Fifteen Forever Girls from Outer SpaceChapter 7 Hello

The four members of the gang each rode into school the next morning with different things on their minds. Mo nearly didn’t go into school at all. In fact he nearly didn’t even get out of bed, he felt so bad. But he had to get up or his mother would tell everybody and that would make everything even worse. He kept replaying his imam’s words in his head: ‘Learn from being used’; ‘Why did she do it’? Being used was certainly the worst feeling ever. It made him feel like ... worthless. But what...

The ImamChapter 22

THE TELEGRAM 23rd of Rajab 1417 (December 5, 1996) Tariq arose early the next morning. The house was quiet. Samira was in the bathroom. The night guard slid an orange envelope undern the door. The telegram from Lahore read: MOST GRACIOUS SIR, I HAVE FOUND THE PROSTITUTE. CALL THE LAHORE MARRIOT ROOM 233. VASILLA. Tariq telephoned immediately. Vasilla’s slow, husky voice was refreshing over the static ridden line. Before Vasilla finished, however, Tariq ordered him to stay put. “Samira,”...

Gifts of the Future Ch 06

The summer of 1979 had most of the ‘chosen ones’ on the paths that they were destined to follow. Robbie Seldon and Crystal North were dating and realized there was something building between them as they started college that summer. Brad Seldon and Jay Hanson were starting their jet fighter training at Edwards Air Force base… and both their wives were pregnant and due on the same date! Cadet Karen Moss had returned to the Air Force Academy in Colorado for her senior year and she and Rickie...

Hijabi slut seduced by white master

It was the start of another week at work. I work at a small IT solutions company just outside New York. It was Monday and it seemed like it would be a long week. My name is Fariya and my family moved from India before I was born. My family are strict muslims and all the women in my family wear the full islamic dress. I wear a niqab, hijab and abaya or jilbab. I have been called a niqabi or hijabi. I have been wearing this since turning 15. I am not the best looking of girls and boys never took...

Hijabi slut fucking and praying

It was the start of another week at work. I work at a small IT solutions company just outside New York. It was Monday and it seemed like it would be a long week. My name is Fariya and my family moved from India before I was born. My family are strict muslims and all the women in my family wear the full islamic dress. I wear a niqab, hijab and abaya or jilbab. I have been called a niqabi or hijabi. I have been wearing this since turning 15. I am not the best looking of girls and boys never took...

Living On A Prayer

Sometimes, I feel like there aren’t enough hours in the day, man. I work forty-hour weeks and try my best to pay my 300-dollar-a-month rent ( it’s a shared apartment ) and school fees, but it’s not enough. I owe Carleton University well over a thousand dollars, and I doubt they’ll give me till May to pay it. We’re on the last day of January 2013 as I type this here tale. It’s an unusually warm day in the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario. I’m just a guy trying to get by. The name is Stephen...

Djibouti Christian Woman

We all lead different lives. And none of us is exactly what he or she appears to be. The same holds true for me, I guess. My name is Farah Al-Mokhtar, and I was born in the City of Khor Angar in the Republic of Djibouti. I’ve been living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario, for the past fifteen years. I’m twenty years old. A lot of people are surprised when I tell them that I am a Christian. While it’s true that the Republic of Djibouti is ninety four percent Muslim, six percent of the...

Sex is a grave sin yet forgiven on repentance

God has made human kind weak. He is a hot and a most favourite lure with the Satan. Sex is made a most alluring pleasure and delight for men. Women easily fall a prey in sexuality by both Satan and misled men. Women forced in prostitution against their will are forgiven by the heavens. Islam is declared in Qur'an as the last best religion acceptable with God. Such a claim needs wide attention and to be verified. There are checks and balances on sex and its containment. It is obscene and is not...

Will You Do This for Me Chapter 5

Twice during the night I woke up and fed the fire and prowled around the house, making sure everything was okay. I was most concerned about the fact that the snow could no longer slump off the roof, but I could find no signs of stress -- the house wasn't creaking or groaning, which I was sure it would do if there was a problem. Finally, about seven AM, I went out to the garage again and poked my nose outside. In one way, things were better. There had only been an additional foot of snow...

HalalChapter 3

That evening, after Marcy had cleared away the supper dishes, the entire group, Rose, Debra, Tori, Chef Jacques, Farouq and myself were sitting around the table. Shelly joined us, as well, when she could but rose frequently to give Helen, the other barmaid, a hand. "Dad, I spoke to Sandy this morning; she'll order that suckling pig for your méchoui; I asked to have it the Wednesday before Easter." "That's good," I replied. "I think we'll hold the méchoui on Thursday, then. That way...

So This Nation Shall Not Perish

Just a little thing that came to me as I watch the horror and devastation that man will do to his fellow man. I wonder if there is hope for us on this planet until I see the selfless actions of those who fight to rescue those trapped, risking their lives as many did yesterday and paid the ultimate price for their devotion to duty. At this time my thoughts go out to all of you in the USA and my prayers are for those who have lost loved ones in this atrocity. May the bastards who...

So This Nation Shall Not Perish expanded

The Sins Of The Fathers In the shadow of The World Trade Centre I wrote a short story, something unusual for me and though I was reasonably happy with it, I wanted to say more. So I started on a second and then a third. They still don't say all that I want them to, but the individual stories I am happy with (sort of). This though is an exercise in what if? The question, which is the basis of all that claims to be Science Fiction. It may deal with a sensitive subject but I have no...

Duty Honor Country Family Part 31

Duty Honor Country Family- Part Thirty One By Danielle J Thank you to Puddin for all her help preparing this story chapter for publication. Also a note of thanks to Kimmie and Kris for some help they gave me. ***** Japanese Justice Kunio Hatoyama was in his own chambers, looking out over the Tokyo skyline, on the phone with FBI Director Robert Mueller. "I will have an interview with the Prime Minister this afternoon in order to discuss Swan Song with him." "Thank you,...

America Mastered

America Mastered Introduction: A secret organization, known as the Fanatical Islamic Master Operations sect,or FIMO came into existence half a century ago as a result of the strugglefor world power seen in World War II. Often referred to as ?The Masters,? thisexclusive ?sect? of Islam has rapidly become the most dangerous and organizedterrorist group the world has ever seen. The Masters claim Islamic superiority,and through carefully constructed propaganda, have led most of the Arab Worldto...

Zainab

The first time I met Zainab was in mosque, in prayer hall, which is decorated by Islamic Arabic calligraphy and Quranic verses on the walls to assist worshippers in focusing on the beauty of Islam and its holiest book, the Quran, as well as for decoration. She was a pretty girl with dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a dazzling smile. I had known her for years, and we had grown up together in mosque, in prayer hall, her family sitting a few pillars back from mine. She had a large family of seven –...

What the Future May BringChapter 45

Once again Kathleen Lehrer's War Cabinet had bad news for her. This time Defense Secretary John Weston was the bearer of bad tidings. "I just received word on my way over here that Makhtol's troops have invaded Sicily and southern Italy. Our initial reports are that he has about a quarter million troops involved in the invasions." "My God, where the hell is he getting all of these troops?" asked the President. "He's gotten them from throughout the Mideast, especially in the...

Bird SongChapter 4 Release

Shafiq and her companions sat on a park bench for thirty minutes to give the members of the Glasgow cell time to arrive and pick them up. When they walked to the entrance to the park, a black cab moved down the road and pulled in beside them. "Get in. Hurry, we can't hang around," said the driver of the cab. "I'm sorry, we didn't order a cab," Shafiq responded. "Shit! Okay, bird song. Now, get in, quickly," the driver urged. Shafiq relaxed when she heard the code words and...

Initium NovumChapter 10

As the morning sun rose, the heat felt like it was a midday heat and it was only six thirty AM. Robert decided that he would swim for exercise, as it seemed the last few days were just too hot to run. As he entered the pool area, Brad was about to start his laps. The two men matched their strokes and were enjoying themselves but did not power swim. They had been swimming for about forty-five minutes when Robert noticed that Ann and Jan were sitting with their feet in the water. Robert swam to...

This Is Your Carstairs SpeakingChapter 11 Game Check Point

I’ve never been one to make much of a fuss over cars. I mean, I enjoy comfy seats and power steering as much as anyone and it has been said I’m a tiny bit obsessive over vehicular cleanliness, but by and large I am not very interested in the roar of an engine or how many horse power it has. So it was odd I found myself so completely enthralled by this Aston Martin Vanquish. Not just the paint job, which was a deep, dark, shiny, sparkly, magnificent blue, but the stitching on the seats, the...

The ImamChapter 16

THE EMERGENCY MEETING 12th of Jumaada al-THanny 1417 (October 24, 1996) Tariq worked in his second floor study in preparation for the emergency meeting of his twelve advisors. Mr. Pendi would be there. He saw an opportunity to be rid of two problems at once. As the meeting grew closer, Tariq muttered his prayers in the Kaa’bah and circled the House of Allah seven times. The arena had to be secured before Tariq could enter. He grew impatient. He over planned and over analyzed each...

Why I Hate Charles deGaulle Airport

I love to travel. I love the excitement before the journey, the planning, the packing, the arranging. Tickets, passport, taxi. I love going onboard an airplane, I love watching the landscape rush by and then sink out of view as the plane takes off. I love checking in, claiming luggage, going to the hotel, another check-in, arriving at my home-for-the-duration-of-my-stay. I love browsing through strange cities, having breakfasts at the hotel, lunch at a cafeteria or just a sandwich on the go,...

Holy Cock Ch 03

Hijab- A head covering worn in public by some Muslim women. Essentially a scarf. Burqa- A outer garment worn by some Muslim women that covers their whole body when in public. Kuffar- Arabic for "Non-believer". Quran- The religious text of Islam. Imam- spiritual leader of the mosque and Muslim community (essentially a priest). Shalwar- are loose pajama like trousers, worn traditionally by some women of South Asian and Afghanistan/Central Asian decent. Usually worn with a...

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" What is your name, girl?" Despite her surprise at his use of English, Cathy responded as she had been trained- with name , rank, and serial number. " Harper, Cathy C. ,Captain , United States Army, 409-67-0221" " No. You are wrong. That is not who you are. You are no longer Harper, Captain, United States Army. You are now the slave Cathy. I am your Master. A merciful master, once you have learned to obey. A merciless one if you do not. I know Western women like you , Cathy. I...

Somali Empress in Ottawa

I no longer feel guilt for the things I do. Only God can judge me, since my fellow Muslims are all hypocrites anyways. Oh, plenty of Christians and Jews are hypocritical as well but Muslims pretend like no one else can. Here’s a few examples. Brother Hassan, the Imam of my favorite Masjid, is a wise old Cleric from Somaliland. The dude is secretly into men and he’s been fucking some of the younger guys in the local community when he’s supposed to be giving them spiritual advice. The Imam’s wife...

Hijab Girl Meets American Soldier

Alright, I can finally admit it to myself. I am a Muslim. I used to be one of those people who felt a strong dislike of Muslims, until I fell in love with one. It’s funny how these things happen, huh? My name is Solomon Kingsley Henderson, although many of my friends have taken to calling me ‘King Suleiman’ in recent times. It’s my Muslim name, though it’s not on my passport or anything. My wife Khadija Abdullah certainly likes it. She’s a lovely lady of Somali descent who saved my life back in...

The Hostage Chapter Three

Martin was two weeks shy of graduation from West Point when he had to flyback to Chicago to attend his father's funeral. Martin, Sr. had passedaway suddenly from a severe embolism in his brain. Martin stayed with hismother, Janina, for a few days after the funeral, and then they flew backtogether for his graduation.During the few days he spent in Chicago, he and his mother had a visitor.It was Janina's uncle, her father's brother, from Saudi Arabia. They wereboth shocked to see him because...

The Hostage Chapter One

They were warned not to go out there."The town is full of blood thirsty insurgents," the captain said. "Theyhide in civilian homes. They use mothers and babies as human shields. Younever know when one of them will snipe at you from behind a woman, or fromthe other side of a closed door."But Trevor Lawrence was not to be discouraged. He wanted an interview withan insurgent and he wanted it badly. He wanted the hatred to spew out ofone of them in his own words. He especially wanted the...

Submission Part 1

Submission: Yes I know you see a tall Muslim woman wearing a black burka but I was not always like this. You see I was born a boy and not even a Muslim boy. Let me tell you my story. I was a man like you once. Before I learnt to submit to the will of Allah and his prophet peace be upon him. The village where I grew up was very WASP and the prevailing environment led people to have a very toxic attitude to foreigners and I was a product of that environment. I hated immigrants who...

It started with a skirt Part 4

It started with a skirt. Part 4 Anyone watching our front door would have seen two women leave the house in yoga pants and crop tops. They may have recognised Rita but not me, Bea. I would have looked to them like Rita' s sister. Of course no one was watching. As Beau I would probably have done my best to cover up my ponytail and what I was wearing terrified that someone would recognise me and ask me what I was doing dressed like a woman. But I was Bea now, the bringer of...

I Fucked All Of Them 8211 5

Vaqārunnisā Saiyad plunged at me as soon as my Penis came out of Julie Watson’s lovely American Protestant Cunt.“Fuck her Durgesh!” Julie Watson pleaded to me, “Make her happy also as she has made me.”Vaqārunnisā Saiyad had undressed herself in the meantime.She was burning with insatiable, voracious, greedy, and avid, female Muslim lust for my Hindu Penis.“Vaqār!” Suddenly Julie Watson addressed her, “I’m grateful to you. I know Durgesh would have never fucked me if you were not helping...

Junior Year Part IIChapter 13 You rsquo re Like a Unicorn

Now that Moose could officially coach us, he had me come in for more batting practice. Today I was in early because I’d told Moose I had to attend a Town Hall meeting with Governor Higgins. Moose grudgingly agreed to my coming in early as a compromise, but I knew he wasn’t overly happy about it. “I like what you’ve done to improve your batting. I want to make a few tweaks and add to your skills to make you a more well-rounded batter.” I knew that Moose had been doing this for over a...

It s My PartyChapter 10

Time: Sunday, December 23, 2018 4:48 AM At eighty-three minutes before impact, The Intruder’s distance to the sun was the same as Venus’s, slightly over 108 million kilometers. Further out in the solar wind, massive changes were already occurring, but at the sun’s surface and interior, the effects of the visitor were still quite subtle. A theoretical mass at the surface of the sun would experience a force almost 28 Earth gravities pulling down, balanced by a combined mass and radiation...

Once Upon an AlienChapter 6 Snakes and Artifacts

There was no question in Cody's mind about 'fast and hard or slow and sane' in this instance. Based on what Cody had heard before the soldiers had been interrupted, this Captain didn't deserve the slow and sane route. That didn't mean Cody wouldn't use his extra sense to ensure the Captain was telling him the truth. The story the captain told was surprising as well as frightening, and he only tried to lie one time. When he lied, Cody immediately informed Maria of the lie and asked her...

RefugeesChapter 2

After breakfast the AI directed Zeinab and Adeena to their respective lecture rooms. When Zeinab arrived at sponsor training, there were more than a dozen women in black coveralls waiting in the room, among them the two other women sponsors she'd seen back on Earth. She sat down and waited. A few more women arrived, followed by a man in a blue uniform. A man. Suddenly she realised that he was the first man she'd seen since the bus driver. Why was that? Surely there were more men in the...

The ImamChapter 1

“A prince is nothing beside a principle.” — Victor Hugo The Psychiatric Institute 1st of Jumaada al-awal 1435 (March 3, 2014) In my mind, which is currently playing tricks on me, I did not see the future. I only saw the past. The death and disease, the violence and destruction, the dictators and the governments choosing war. And so I am a hostage of mind choosing to remain insane, I guess. And in my insanity I am trying to find peace, a struggle which rips me apart and tears me at...

Eritrean Girl For Bisexual Man

Ladies and gentlemen, the discoveries we make about our significant others quite often change the way we feel about them. Sometimes, that can actually be a good thing. Yesterday I discovered something in my boyfriend Solomon Al-Rashid’s apartment which forever changed my opinion of him. I’ve always thought of men from the African and Arab worlds as macho, dominant and not terribly concerned with women’s rights. It’s as much a cultural thing as it is a religious norm over there. To be...

ReStorr A Day In The Life

ReStorr could reverse the aging process and make you twenty years old again physically. The catch was it only worked on men...and it turned them into women. RESTORR: A DAY IN THE LIFE by BobH (c) 2015 - 1 - Mindy's legs were drawn up, knees level with her shoulders, as I thrust into her, both of us riding the wave of our lovemaking, totally lost in our passion. She climaxed ahead of me, crying out a few seconds before I ejaculated, arching my...

Ayisha s Escapades Part I

As her eyes opened that early September morning and the dry autumn breeze from the Arabian Gulf caressed her cheeks, Ayisha smiled with contentment. The much-awaited sabbatical had finally commenced and for the first time since she moved to Manama 4 years ago, she had a prolonged period of quiet and privacy to look forward too. Hassan her husband of 5 years returned from work around sunset and it was only 10 AM. Ayisha had her days planned out and exploring her sexuality through her fantasies...

A Fresh StartChapter 145 Foreign Relations

Foreign trips are a mix of smoke and mirrors and public relations. What they usually aren’t is anything substantive. Nobody flies halfway around the planet to meet with the high and mighty without everybody knowing what is going to happen ahead of time. So why do them at all? For one reason, just like in any other form of business, it’s usually helpful to actually meet the guy you’re doing business with and look him in the eye. At the minimum you can start to get a sense of the other...

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It was such a warm day in Pangkor lsland, an island off the coast of Malaysia in South East Asia. Francesca Marceau was a French tourist staying all by herself in a motel. She rented a motel room, over-facing a large beach all by herself. Unlike other holiday resort parts of Malaysia, this one was one of the least crowded, for any season at any time. Francesca Marceau was an attractive French Brunette who bore a strong resemblance to that French actress from that hit 70s British sitcom Mind...

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