/egy/ - Edgyptians

>>92155 انت هيجان با انون وnewfag عرص ومحدش هيعبر امك

>>92159

الله يرضى عليكي يا يمنى

OP بيقول نودز و مش بيبوست نودز

واللى انت حاطتها دى نود يابن جوز الارانب

>>92178

حلو نيك القعر ده

مين دي؟

>>92359

صاحبتي واول مره انزل صور وندمت بعدها انا متابع البورد من فتره بس مش بشاراك بأي حاجه عندي صور كتير نيك بس اتبضنت اني نزلت دي

>>92385

ليه يا انون الندم

بالعكس انت ساعدت اخوك انه يضرب عشرة ويفرفش وفي نفس الوقت محدش تتضرر

احب اعرفك لن دي من أحلى الطياز اللي شفتها يابنلمحظوظة

>>92866

>>92719

ستريتش ماركس وبين فخادها و كسها أسود كسم الخرا

>>92871

مش عاجباك؟ محدش قالك تنيكها يا عرص

>>92866

بحب انا ااكس اﻷسمر ده نيك

في صور لبزازها؟

>>93056

أنت عظيم ياأنون

>>93058

والوتكة اللي معاك عظيمة برضه

>>93060

اي خدمه يا أنونز

>>93080

طب ماهو في ثريد ممكن تكسم فيه كل الكسميات دي بكسمك

الانون بيفرجنا اه والبت جامده فشخ

>>93080

انا ولد ومش مثلي بس ممكن اتجوزك.

>>93080

> كسم الافلام

وهو حاطت صورة من فيلم

>>93080

انت تعبان نيك يا انون والظاهر فيه انون عملك عقده، شوفلك كلب ينيكك مثلا

ماتعمل بان ياديك لابن طيز القرد ده

>>96903

احا مين الكيوتي دي؟

>>92359

البوست ده كل ما بشوفه وانا مصطبح بتفشخ ضحك.

>>92178

>>92866

>>93056

اللهم صلي سلم وبارك على أشرف عبدالباقي

البت فرسة.. صيدة!

كسم نسيان السبويلر.

up.

>>92178

كس صاحبتي شبه ده فشخ..

بس افتح و شادد نفسه اكتر

>>97004

طب ماتورينا يا انون

>>97027

لا سياستنا تقتضي عدم التصوير باي شكل من الاشكال

>>96903 suck me sideways

!@

>>92385

عندي سؤال تافه نيك يا انون بس محيرني فشخ..

مين مصورها؟؟؟ ماهي اكيد مش مصوره نفسها

don't die

bumpity bump

بمب عشان المتناك اللي بيحاول يموّت الثريدز

بمب

Time to wake the fuck up

خدوا يا انونز

:3

:)

>>107971

دي من ألطف الحاجات اللي عدت عليا في البورد..moaar

>>107971

Moar nigga, sauce would be appreciated.

>>108000

احا

لا بجد احا

>>108000

غريزة الأمومة

>>108000

هو الخول بينيك وبيصور في نفس الوقت؟

>>108000

الصورة دي مليانة تشوهات نفسية

اللي هاتصور نفسها و هي قالعة و تدخل الصور عالم الانترنت، هايبقي منها للإنترنت علي طول

>>107995

عجبني المصحف اللي في آخر صوره

>>108085

دي أجمل حاجة شفتها في حياتي

دي

دي أجمل من ساشا جراي ياابن المتناكة

>>108085

ابن الخول جايبلي صور واحدة هندية على انها مصرية.

>>108120

لووول منتديات نسوانجى who

كل لما مايلقوش صور عرب ينزل صور هنود

Are these Egyptian girls?

I lived in Egypt for two years in cairo. I came to fall in love with the Egyptian girls… their curves, the large breasts… oh ya rabi.

I believe I've fathered a few mixed children from my time spent there… I actually had this beautiful maid from Sinai who was hired by the agency to clean my house, the beds. After the fourth day of watching her clean in her little maid outfit I entered the room with her and just kissed her. After a while she allowed me to feel her hips and breasts through her clothes and a month or so later things got really hot and heavy and I ended up slipping her panties off and entering inside of her. We made love every day until I had to leave and by then it was obvious she had a baby bump. I wonder where she is today…

>>108136

Dead and buried somewhere because you were fucking dumb and niggered on her instead of carrying any sort of responsibility.

>>108136

جالى بونر

>>108137

Really? Would they have killed her? I assumed she had the child and is raising it somewhere. This was only 5 or so years ago.

>>108140

Who is jay bourne? Ana la ismi jay bourne

>>108154

Stop being an attention whore

No one cares about you or your miserable life of a nostalgia for a fucking maid

Kill yourself already

>>108018

انت شوفته ازاى

انا دماغى لفت الماا شفته

نتكلم جد شوية

ايه السبب العلمى إلى يخليهم يعملوا كده

شرمطة ولا ايه بالظبط

>>108148

Google honour killings

Judging by her profession, she is probably from a family background that would do it and If she is not dead, she is probably in a lot of trouble either ways.

>>108198

assuming you're white white ethnic and your fucking bitch fatama is from Sanai with means that she has a tanned colored skin with dark eyes

your child now buried in somewhere in desert because he/she might looks with colored eye and white fair skin which is not common there ahaa , btw Fatama will be buried at same hole i guess .

>>108198

If I were put in the same situation as you I would at least try to make sure she is alright and possibly get her out of trouble if I have to.

If you are certain she got pregnant from you, then keep in mind that you probably have a son/daughter growing up without a father.

This is just sad tbh and absolutely fucking cheap to leave her alone to go through all of this.

>>108236

I'm sure the child was mine. She was a virgin when she worked as a maid (she told me she was 23, and the first time we made love she bled from her hymen breaking). She was tall, elegant and her skinners coffee-coloured and smooth. Like I said her face was extremely beautiful, she had rounded cheeks and soft lips.

Oh god I hope she's not buried in the Sinai somewhere, I left the job that I was with in Egypt but I've been trying to put together some money and time to go back to Cairo and try to find her… I still have an old phone number of hers.

All this thinking about her reminded me of the memories we spent together… I miss her so much :'(

>>108246

Tell us more about you sex stories with Egyptian girls anon and how you seduces them to fall into you.

7ad 3ando nudes alya zaki aw salma elmasry ?

>>108356

This is the best thing this thread has to offer yet it makes me feel so sad inside.

Why can't we have nice things anons?

>>108383

معاك لينك للفيديو ?!

>>108350

اسمها بيبتدى بالجيم؟

>>108260

Well, there were a couple of other girls before I met Fatima. In the earlier times of my living there we would have parties in the richer parts of Cairo with a lot of Western men from the company I was employed with. I remember one night, there was a Russian or Ukrainian prostitute that was there when I arrived and she was servicing a lot of the other guys. I was in the kitchen of the convention centre trying to get some leftovers when I ran into this beautiful girl who was on the cooking staff, I believe. She was actually Egyptian orthodox and we got to talking that night, we hit it off really well. When it was really late and people were heading home, we went home together to her apartment since we were laughing and having a really great time. I thought we were just going to keep talking and maybe, if I was lucky, I'd get a goodnight kiss. Turns out that we started chatting on her couch in her small apartment, and then we kissed and after that everything was a blur. I remember undressing her and discovering her soft body with my hands, caressing her breasts as I toyed them out of her bra, kissing her soft lips, feeling the sides of her stomach… then we made love on the couch, once both of us were completely naked. We stayed up all night making love. I entered into her with no protection, I didn't even think of that. Afterwards, both of us were spent and we slept for hours. But she woke me up later, visibly upset, claiming I had to go. We kissed one last time before I left, I got her contact info and left for home on the busy early-morning Cairo streets. She became distant after this and claimed her friends and family couldnt know about us. That night became something of a dream for me.

Another time, I was actually staying in a hotel near Alexandrie for business matters. There was a lot of Western men in this hotel as well, so the general atmosphere was more or less relaxed. After a long night of conferences I came back to my hotel, exhausted, careful to be silent in the hallway as to not wake anyone up. I walked in and surprised this hotel maid who was putting new sheets on my bed. Initially she was scared and wanted to leave the room but I said it was alright, and, since I could see that she was beautiful, that I wouldn't mind the company to practice my Arabic. She smiled and stayed, eventually she sat down and started talking with me, she had a beautiful face and she looked very young, but she was also very shy. We talked for hours without realizing it, and we had actually sat closer and closer. At some point she said she had to go, and we had a moment together, I kissed her softly and she blushed and went away.

I thought she was gone for good and that I scared her away, but she returned early the next morning for room service. Of course we ended up talking again, and this time I kissed her and we ended up cuddling. I could tell she was nervous and so I didn't press the issue. We kissed and cuddled for a bit and I told her how beautiful she was. After a while she had to leave again, and so I waited in my room for her return.

She came back a couple of hours later eight after dinner looking even more beautiful, somehow. I went straight to her and kissed her softly, and before I knew it I was caressing her tanned body. I slowly felt under her shirt and then skirt, as she allowed me. We spent three hours caressing and cuddling further and further until at some point, she was in her panties and I kissed her stomach as I was feeling her tight breasts through her bra. She said to me in a mix of Arabic and broken English that she wanted "everything" with me, and she let me remove her bra and panties with shaking hands. I just kissed her breasts again and again, they were so perfect. She was bushing and nervous but she wanted me like I wanted her.

After that I felt her naked body close to mine and caressed her hips and thighs to mine. I edged my schlong closer to her innocence and waited until she told me to go further. Then I entered into her. I felt a pop, then a wetness that was her hymen breaking. We stopped and I got a towel to clean it up. When I came back she was crying with her face buried in her hands. I held her close to me and we snuggled for a long time as I comforted her. Eventually the comforting turned to caressing and we made love. We made love again and again for the whole night. Once again I didn't use any protection in the heat of the moment. I would just kiss her breasts and lose myself in her body. I fell asleep in the wee hours of the morning and when I woke up at 2PM the next day, I had missed a conference and she was nowhere to be found. She never came to visit me again and I never saw her around the hotel again. I tried to find her in the hotel before I left l, but it was no use. Her name was Ahlam. I'll never forget her either.

>>108391

mariam? law 3andak sowar aktar leeha yareit nshofhom.

>>108399

interesting…. Very interesting Anon.

if there's more keep going, even if they weren't egyptians

>>108401

Well, there was this one girl who I met when I was doing personal travel from Egypt to Libya (this was before the civil war, when the Qaddafi regime was still in power. I wanted to visit the roman ruins close to cyrene, but I was going to stop by to see a friend I had met back in Egypt. He was some wealthy businessman in the property industry, and so our business was involved with him kind of indirectly. He was actually a Tunisian by birth but moved to Libya to pursue his business. I have a feeling he was involved with the regime to some degree because of how he acted with Libyan government officials and because the security guards at the gate of his villa had Libyan Jamahariya arm patches. But I digress.

He met me at the gates after I buzzed for him and he let me into his villa. It was huge, off the coast of the Mediterranean, to the east of Benghazi. He lived alone, and so he had no family to present me to, we spoke business for a while and then moved to personal matters. After a while he said he had some business to attend to in town, but he told me that I could stay at his villa and make myself at home. So he left, and I made my way to the kitchen to get some food.

I sat down in the kitchen, at some sort of table and immediately this BEAUTIFUL girl comes up to me and asks me with a smile if I'd like the kitchen to prepare something for me. She had long, dark hair and brown eyes, round cheeks and a beautiful body. She was wearing normal clothes and a kind of modest skirt that showed off the lower part of her amazing legs. I tried to focus on her face and asked for some Libyan food.

She leaves and comes back with the food a while later as I'm admiring the view from the window, and asks me if there's anything more that I wanted. I said there was one more thing, that I wanted to ask her if my Arabic was alright or not (we had been speaking in English, her English was slightly accented but she could speak it fluently). She chuckled and sat down with me and we actually began speaking and slightly flirting while I shared this Libyan dish of sweet bread with her.

After a while we were done eating and hitting it off pretty well. I was making her laugh a lot and she kept on saying that she was impressed with my knowledge of the region. At one point she touched my arm and I'm sure she felt me shiver from her soft touch. I went to put the plates away for her, and she said that she could do it, and we had a playful argument where I insisted that it was the "least I could do". So I put the plates onto the counter and she offered to show me around the villa.

We walked together through the large via where the only others arundel were the occasional gardener or maid. She showed me the large garden, the swimming pool, and we ended our tour up on the second floor where a small balcony jutted out over some scenery. At this point our conversation faltered a bit and she saw me looking at her body. Instead of ignoring me like I thought she would, she blushed and asked me if I liked what I saw. I told her truthfully, in arabic, "anti ala7sana, djameela jidaan". She laughed and her eyes twinkled, after a moment she took my hands and we kissed softly for a long moment on that deserted warm balcony. When we came apart from the kiss she led me by the hand to a darkened room and shut the door. She turned back to me and we began kissing again.

It went quickly. We kissed, sitting on the bed. After a while I began caressing her amazing body, feeling immediately her breasts through her shirt, her large and tight breasts. I was so focused with the breasts that I didn't even realize she had slowly pulled her skirt up and guided my hand to her legs. Before I knew it my hands were alternating between sliding up her smooth legs until they met her thighs and panties under her skirt, and feeling her breasts through her bra, toying with it, and finally undoing it, sliding her bra off her body and kissing her darkened Libyan breasts passionately.

(Cont in part 2)

>>108406

(Continued from part 1)

Mercifully we up almost naked as I hiked her skirt so far up her body it was wrapping around her stomach. Everything down from her thighs were exposed to my caresses and my fingers. I whispered to her as she was moaning that I needed to know if she "belonged" to the Tunisian businessman since I really, really did not want to piss off a man related to the Jamahariya. She looked at me in bemusement and said that he only preferred Turkish girls, adding "…he's never touched me… no one's touched me like you do". Her soft voice mixed in with her kisses made me wrap myself around her body and I buried my face into her large breasts again, suckling the areolas.

Not long after I felt her exposed thighs and legs, caressing her hips, and I penetrated her while I was on top of her, pushing gently and kissing her passionately. I tried to give my attention equally to her breasts, her hips and her neck. With each thrust I felt her perfect hips, curving into her back. I could feel myself inside of her, wave after wave of pleasure. Everything about her was perfect. My movements were minimalistic, the intensity of my kisses matched the intensity of my movements inside of her. I eventually climaxed as I was kissing her breasts and feeling her butt and hips, and I listened to her muffled moans as I ejaculated directly, deeply into her. I was fully spent. My body relaxed and I cuddled with her, listening to her breathing.

Finally she turned around and we kissed. Both of us were silent. She broke the silence by saying "I love you", and I immediately answered "me too". We started kissing again and I kissed her stomach as she said she how much she loved me and how she would carry our child. The amount of affection I was having for this beautiful girl was crazy. I never felt something like that before, and I never truly felt something like that afterwards, even wth Fatima (although that's debatable).

After what felt like hours we re-emerged together. Apparently the businessman was home again and I needed to go clean myself up and find him, so we said our goodbyes right there in the intimacy of that deserted second floor. We kissed and kissed again, her hair falling into my face, a couple of last caresses silently. Words exchanged, I think an email address, she thought I might come through again and we would see each other. I kissed her one last time and she walked off. Our hands left each other and looked at her walking off until she turned a corner and was gone.

I myself had to leave the villa that night as I was scheduled to be back in Benghazi early tomorrow morning. The businessman and I ate out in a restaurant in the small coastal town nearby, and we talked for a long time about a new contract. I could barely concentrate. He drove me back to my hotel and we said our goodbyes there. He said I was always welcome at his house, then he drove off.

I'm not quite sure what happened to his villa and the people inside of it during and after the civil war, but it can't have been pretty. I can't name this girl, either, that's a bit too identifiable. I actually managed to speak with her a week afterwards using the email address she gave me, but she stopped responding suddenly at some point. Not long after shit started popping off in Libya, but by then I was home back in the USA and she was but a distant, yet painful memory. I could never ever forget what I felt for her that day.

^

I honestly don't believe that you did have full sex and Penetration with these girls after only seeing them for few days or hours. But as an Egyptian guy who have had sex with different girls and did it with a virgin once, it is harder to get than what you say. Although i would say I've been with the classy girls .

And with that girl we weren't really on a relationship we just thought we should have sex like friends with benefits i was from Cairo and she was from Alex . yes it does happen in Egypt if you are with the right mindset which usually is not the love thing but from a girl believing that she is not measured by her hymn. But i would still say if her parents know she would be died

الثريد تحول من نودز لقصص جنسية بالأنجليزي .. احا كسم البضان

>>108428

I'm sorry you don't believe me, especially after I took a long time to put them down in writing. I understand the skepticism, and that's one of the things I prefer about the Arab culture. The modesty of its people is much better than the- erm, the Russians would use the term "degeneracy", I believe.

I didn't end up in these situation with these girls by being typical or aggressive. Indeed my very existence in that part of the world is the opposite of typical, I was a white American with blonde hair and blue eyes who managed to speak Arabic and had a- at least I believed- demeanour that was much less hostile and thirsty than the guys they were used to being around every day. It became something of a method for me, I knew what to say and I knew when to push for more and when to back off.

And for these three girls, there was a hundred others that passed by in my life, who I flirted with, held hands with even kissed if I was lucky. And yet, the sense of religious duty and bodily pride was so strong as to overpower any urges we may have had. A hundred other girls I knew in my time there who would nevr have given their innocence, would never have let me go further than a fleeting caresse on their lower back.

You know, I loved these girls. If I could find them today, if I could find Ahlam or Fatima with our young child, I would settle down with them in the United States and start a family. I never wanted to just take advantage, I was always overtaken by a strong feeling of lust. Even writing down these stories has brought me back to the land of warm summer nights in my dreams, the city of wide boulevards and calls to prayer in the distance, my sweet Fatima by my side in our feverish caresses.

One thing is for sure, I will vow to return.

>>108431 I believe you Anon a lot of details are fucking close to how girls here act in such situation if someone trying to seduce them don't get upset by the reply of the stupid anon up there he's just a faggot , could you tell us more about yourself , and where the best spots in cairo or alex back then to hookup some classy girls , and what about your salary here was , also tell us about you impression about daily life in Egypt and what you like\dislike about people here and the country anyway?

>>108431

i could teach you how to arabic and u teach me how to get these girls into bed!

i think its all about that rich men thing,there character I guess that couldn't be resest,tbh it really doesn't matter in some point if u looks good or not, it depends on how rich you are and how it effects on your confedence

Btw what are you doing for living?

excuse my shitty english thu,still working on it

>>108433

Shukran anon,

I can't talk too much about what company I was employed with while I was there. Safe to say you'd probably recognize the name if you lived in Egypt. My average salary was above 100k per year, I was paid in American dollars.

I don't know about the best spots to hook up. I really wasn't into that kind of culture, because then I'd be falling into soliciting prostitutes and that aspect always made me feel repulsed. When I flirted with girls, it was usually innocent, in the line of my work or during personal time. Girls were really receptive to flirting, and usually it was just good fun. It's not like I tried to push it all the way every single time. The exceptions are the situations above, when it turned suddenly into a whole lot more. That's only when the chemistry was really strong between us and the flirting naturally led to kissing, caressing and maybe more.

Egypt will forever be burned into my mind of a soft land, a hot land of merciless sun, a busy land- the bazaars of Cairo filled with hundreds of people, the boulevards filled with hundreds of cars and motorcycles. Night would fall, and the mosques would call the faithful, I would sit on the roof of my little apartment and look out over the darkened city illuminated by a hundred lights. I still remember that feeling to this day, the soft night breeze brushing my skin and tousling my hair, the sound of the city alive at night. There's so much to say and I can barely brush the surface in one post

>>108434

Don't worry at all siddi9i, your English is great. Probably much better than my Arabic. I never tried to look rich in Egypt. I always preferred to seek out all the sites, even the more dilapidated places, the alleyways and the small shops. Maybe you're right though.

7ad 3ando sowar le Zenawahba ?

>>108350

More plz anon

>>108950

I love that بز

البزة الشمال 😍