Prologue: Mahmuda Begum was a thirty-year old Muslim woman born in Afghanistan but eventually arrived and settled in the United Kingdom when she was a baby. She had been married to her husband Nasser who was eight years older than her at the age of eighteen. Although their marriage was now up to twelve years, it had not been a particularly happy one. In their last twelve years of marriage, Mahmuda couldn't conceive a chil...

I'll be in bed with him tomorrow, Thinking of you, my love, in deepest sorrow. We agree, I cannot give you what I wish, My hymen; But I can give you this. Give me your hand, sweet Salman, close your eyes. And ope them not for naught. You'll hear some rustles as I undress for sport. Tis done! Now, let me guide your hand to me I've bared my breasts for you, now see! Caress them now, imprint them on your palm. Squeeze gently...

Chapter 9: Settling In And The Complete Story Is Revealed Two years later, and things were finally starting to settle down into a more predictable pattern with Braedon, his wives, and his rapidly growing family from the first two years of pregnancies that had come to fruition. For Braedon, that first year had been a complete blur between finishing construction of the home, the constant demands placed on him to impregnate...

To begin with, Naima is twenty-five years old and got married to her husband Adeeb about two months ago. Recently, Naima returned back from the UK to India after completing her Master's and was eagerly searching for jobs. Since getting hitched, she hasn't been able to spend much time with her husband (Adeeb), as he left for Canada two days after the wedding and wouldn't be back for the next year. Considering this situatio...

Fahima Begum sat in front of her bedside mirror unable to concentrate as she struggled to fix her hijab properly. Lately, her mind had been plagued by doubts and sinful thoughts that no married Pakistani woman should have, and yet there they were. Fahima had been married to her husband, Ali, for fifteen years now, whilst it was a good marriage it was missing something. In fifteen years of marriage, Fahima and Ali had not...

There was this total silence surrounding my home. Its never been like this before. My grandfather, who raised me since I was a little kid, just passed away. My name is Iqra, this is my story, and I live with my brother Faisal. We have only each other now. I just turned 19, and I was planning to attend university, but I am sure that not gonna happen now. My brother spent most of his time in Gym rather than school. My paren...

‘Oh Fuck Annika’ my boyfriend moaned as I gagged on his thick juicy cock.He gripped hold of my hair forcing me to take all of his white, thick, hot, cum down my throat. I moved away chocking on the unfamiliar sensation a little,This was my first ever blowjob, I was a very shy, conservative, religious, Muslim girl – on the outside, but deep down behind the hijab I wore, I was a horny slut who masturbated at every opportuni...