"Mansour, tonight you're my little bitch, get inside and do as I say, or I swear your ass is totally going to get it," Zafiya Akufo Al-Azhari said haughtily to her husband Mansour Al-Azhari, and the tall, curvaceous and wily young Muslim woman stood there, hands on her hips, and awaited her husband's answer. The tired Sudanese government cleric looked at his wife, who looked glorious in a bright red see-through negligee, and nodded firmly, pleased by what he saw.
"That's right, tonight is Female Domination Night," Mansour replied, and the tall, burly and dark-skinned, mid-level Sudanese government functionary put down his briefcase, loosened up his tie and walked up to his wife. Tonight, they had the house to themselves. Their son Mohammed was spending a week with his mother's parents in Cairo. Left to their own devices, Mansour and Zafiya decided to spice things up a little.
"You forgot, didn't you?" Zafiya asked tersely, and Mansour smiled and shrugged. Husband and wife smiled at each other. They shared a passionate kiss, and then Zafiya grabbed him by his balls and led him into the living room. Mansour winced a bit, loving the wickedly hot pain he felt in his nuts as Zafiya squeezed them a bit too rough for his liking, not that he was complaining...
"Damn straight, kneel before the goddess," Zafiya said, as she plopped her big derriere in a high-backed chair. After a long, hard day spent toiling away at the Ministry of Justice in the City of Khartoum's Government District, Mansour was one tired brother, but his spirits lifted upon seeing his wife in a lustful mood. Indeed, what man isn't happy to come home to a horny woman?
"Yes ma'am," Mansour said, and he knelt before Zafiya, wondering what else she had in mind for him. From the moment Mansour first laid eyes on Zafiya while visiting the City of Cairo in Egypt, he was taken with the tall young woman whom he saw strolling carelessly through the University of Cairo campus. Indeed, the stunned Mansour thought he might seen an angel...
Born in the City of Cairo to an Egyptian Arab mother and a Ghanaian Muslim father, the tall and curvy Zafiya is exotically beautiful with her golden brown skin, stylish Afro and almond-shaped, hauntingly beautiful chestnut eyes. When those fearless eyes saw Mansour, their owner fearlessly smiled at him instead of looking away like most Muslim women in the conservative, post-Morsi nation of Egypt would. That's when Mansour knew that he was beholding a most formidable woman...
Indeed, Mansour knew right then and there that he had to have Zafiya as his wife. Thus it came to be that the then thirty-two-year-old Mansour relentlessly pursued Zafiya until he got her parents treasured blessing and won her hand in marriage. Mansour had been most surprised by Zafiya and her family...
"Your family is beautiful and unique, my dear, count your blessings," Mansour told Zafiya more than once. Indeed, Zafiya's father Ismail Akufo was a tall, dark-skinned and silver-haired Ghanaian Muslim gentleman who'd been living in Egypt for most of his life and her mother, Afaf Nasser-Akufo, a tall, lovely Egyptian Arab woman who defied many conventions by marrying a foreigner. Mansour couldn't believe their story when he met them...
Mansour knew that while a lot of Arab men took African women as wives, they most definitely frowned upon Arab women marrying African men. The prejudice against interracial relationships involving men of African descent was a dirty little secret of the Islamic world, one no one spoke of. Islam itself had no provisions against interracial marriage, provided both parties were Muslim, but the Arabs and others liked to have their cake and eat it too...
