Djellaba Quotes

Cook was then very handsome in a fey English way and dressed in floor-length, striped djellaba. In the role of the dead-eyed Spiggott, he intoned lines like “You fill me with inertia,” while appearing utterly indifferent to the beauties who danced in attendance. It was a scene that might have provided the basic blueprint for what would later become the Pet Shop Boys’ career.

C’est très bien qu’il y ait des Français jaunes, des Français noirs, des Français bruns. Ils montrent que la France est ouverte à toutes les races et qu’elle a une vocation universelle. Mais à condition qu’ils restent une petite minorité. Sinon, la France ne serait plus la France. Nous sommes quand même avant tout un peuple européen de race blanche, de culture grecque et latine et de religion chrétienne. Qu'on ne se raconte pas d'histoires ! Les musulmans, vous êtes allés les voir ? Vous les avez regardés avec leurs turbans et leur djellabas ? Vous voyez bien que ce ne sont pas des Français ! Ceux qui prônent l'intégration ont une cervelle de colibri, même s'ils sont très savants. Essayez d'intégrer de l'huile et du vinaigre. Agitez la bouteille. Au bout d'un moment, ils se sépareront de nouveau. Les Arabes sont des Arabes, les Français sont des Français. Vous croyez que le corps français peut absorber dix millions de musulmans, qui demain seront vingt millions et après-demain quarante ? Si nous faisions l'intégration, si tous les Arabes et Berbères d'Algérie étaient considérés comme Français, comment les empêcherait-on de venir s'installer en métropole, alors que le niveau de vie y est tellement plus élevé ? Mon village ne s'appellerait plus Colombey-les-Deux-Églises, mais Colombey-les-Deux-Mosquées ! tome 1, Alain Peyrefitte, éd. éditions de Fallois/Fayard, 1994 (ISBN 978‐2‐213‐02832‐3), p. 52

Jal and I found ourselves stopping by the water's edge. We sat, together, and he nonchalantly put his hand on my leg. He began lightly stroking my upper thigh while I was still fully clothed. I was easily aroused, since I had not come for three days; I was dying to release. His handsome face was inches away. He leaned over to kiss me. Instead of a French kiss, I felt the sensual tip of his tongue licking the edges of my lips. I responded similarly with my tongue on his lips. His hands slipped beneath my djellaba, caressing my inner thighs. My entire body was tingling. My cock was fully erect, straining for release from the confines of my swim suit. Jal continued sensually stroking me, and I responded by reaching to unbutton his thwab.

You two love birds, perform your sexual dance! The Prince mentioned that you’re a great couple to watch. Perform!” Our host commanded. I looked at Andy for a response. Without uttering a word, my guardian leaned across me and slid his tongue into my mouth for a lingering French kiss. My lover’s alpha masculinity never failed to titillate my libido. My penis stirred as his hands began unbuttoning my djellaba before reaching in to play with my sensitive nipples, arousing them to erection.

Dr. Henderson, he suggested I practice my Seductive Look, to learn if my diligent practice would pay off. I decided to give Andy a try, without his knowledge. Andy's stare had always intimidated me; now it was time to turn the tables. I noticed Andy walking alone, down a passageway. Plucking up my courage, I followed him. He did not notice I was trailing behind. As he turned a corner into the courtyard, he noticed me, several paces back. Turning around, he smiled, and waited for me to catch up. As I walked towards him he eyed me with his usual lustful, intimating stare, as if he saw me naked through my djellaba (our Bahriji school uniform.) Normally, I would have avoided looking into his eyes, afraid of being sexually aroused. Today was different.

Now, for your punishment! Let me see you out of your djellaba. Come! Let me hold you. I want to see my beautiful boy.