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Afghan Princess of Barrhaven

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

Sitting on the toilet inside the women's washroom of the Wal-Mart at Barrhaven, I sighed. That's right, pretty Muslim ladies in Hijab do fart, folks. Sorry if that shocks you. Seriously, I shouldn't have had that burger and those fries at the in-store MacDonald's restaurant. After farting a whole damn lot and basically dropping a deuce, I wiped my ass, pulle...

Nagla the Afghan Hijabi

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

From the moment I first laid eyes on Nagla Barakzhai, I knew that the young Afghan woman was definitely trouble. With some women, you can just tell, I swear. Clad in a modest hijab over a bright yellow vest, symbol of the customer service management team at Walmart, and tight black Yoga pants that showed off her thick thighs and big round ass, she managed to...

Afghan Woman For Somali Man

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

Gently I kissed Wajiha Fahim on the lips as we stood inside the quiet, secluded park in Vanier, Ontario. I've wanted to do this for so long, I told her breathlessly. Wajiha smiled and kissed me back, hugging me fiercely. There we were, just a couple of young people in love, hanging out in a park at night. It was raining quite a bit, kind of unusual for the C...

Protect and Defend Pt. 01

by KayceeCharles on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Six months later Kabul, Afghanistan Sandy Creek local HQ // Leo * "Good to see you back, Leo," "Doc" Johnson slapped Leo on the RIGHT shoulder, just as he caught up to Leo Yamasato. Leo smiled back, even as he did feel solid slap. "Doc" Johnson is a rough guy when he's not "on duty" treating people. "Appreciate you slapping the wrong shoulder, Doc. Th...

In The Mind's Eye

by dream_girlygirl on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

for Colin "Miss, now over here, Miss, we have. . .I tune out the realtor's voice as I survey what is left of what might have been. "Amazing. . ." I allow the one word to escape my lips before I realize it is even audible. Incredibly, everything is just exactly the same, down to the neat row of green mailboxes in the breezeway. Amused, I note that though the...

An Afghan Bride Ch. 01

by llambert on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Couplings

After forty days in this desert of a country without seeing a single woman, let alone physical contact, Carl hungered for the sight of a woman. Any woman would do. The closest thing that one got to that in this country were the blue ghosts that walked the streets in little herds. They were completely covered in the traditional blue Afghan burqa or chador. E...

An Afghan Bride Ch. 02

by llambert on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Couplings

"What do you mean, I could marry her?!" Carl couldn't believe that his American wife was really suggesting that he marry her Afghan friend. Could she possibly be serious? Did she really want him to marry another woman? He loved his wife, and he had been willing to travel to Afghanistan for her but this... "That is the only way to save her." Lauren replied...

My Son's Best Friend Ch. 04

by Cheleste on Sep 13, 2017
Novels and Novellas

I slept late the next morning, feeling almost drugged from the intensity of the previous night's encounter. My legs were sticky with his semen, and I rubbed my fingers over them and licked them before getting into the shower. I took my time over a leisurely breakfast of yogurt and berries and a cup of cinnamon tea with lots of cream in it at the little tabl...

Afghan MILF For African Stud

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

I first spotted him walking around the Bay Shore Mall one fine Thursday morning. What started out as yet another dark, boring mid-August day in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, brightened up real quick for yours truly thanks to a certain vision of masculine beauty. Tall, lean and athletic, with chocolate-hued skin, short, curly black hair and a goatee. This one...

Nagla and Fatouma at Walmart

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

"Salaam, Fatou, Jummah Mubarak, gorgeous, how are you doing?" Nagla Massoud whispered into Fatouma Kandeh's ear, and the six-foot-tall, brown-skinned, Afro-sporting young African Muslim woman turned around and smiled. Standing at the cash, waiting on slow-moving, short-tempered and often foul-mouthed customers to drop their crap on the counter so she could s...