The name is Jasmine Taylor, and I'm a young Black woman originally from the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I transferred to Spelman College in the City of Atlanta, Georgia, from Bay State College, a small school located in downtown Boston, and life hasn't been the same since. Even though the Dirty South and its ways get on my nerves as an outspoken young Bla...
Warning: This story does contain incest. If you are sensitive to this or in any way offended, this story would not be for you. ***** Author's Note: I had originally written out an entire story covering the ladies of SiS, but then I thought it may not be published because it isn't really a story. Instead, I'm adding bits and pieces of that document to this...
Jess shut the door behind me. There was no way she could miss what I did to her panties. One way or another, sooner or later, that pussycat was coming out of the bag. Then it was me and the mirrors. You really could see everything in this nightgown. I turned around, stood on on my toes - yep, there was a flash of panty. But it didn't affect me like yesterda...
Authors Note: This series of short stories are intended to be episodic and thus can be read alone. Any feedback, criticisms or improvements are always welcome. The author also invites reader suggestions about what they would like to see Xanthe do next. It was getting close to dinner time, the night dark and overcast, a constant drizzle falling all around Xa...
Audrey used the cover of Halloween to step out of the closet. Audrey sat on her bed staring at her reflection in the mirror and not liking what she saw. She didn't like herself very much. Always the odd one out, an outsider looking in, she envied the perception of happiness she imagined everyone else enjoyed but her. She was so depressingly sad. Even though...
The ticking of the clock was like the steady beat of a heart, threatening to lull me to sleep. The numbers were starting to blur in my vision. "Only 4am?" I thought to myself with a groan, leaning back in the office chair. My eyes swept around the small office, wondering how to kill another three hours. Working night shift at a hotel was great, and the pay...
We are in a poorly lit room and you have me up on a table of some sort with my skirt (I know) hiked up and my thong is nowhere to be found. You are driving two of your fingers inside of me because you are a selfish bitch and the sound of me begging for more gets you off. You couldn't keep your hands off of me nor could you sit still and you excused us so you...
Thanks to those of you who have written and told me how much you loved the first three chapters. Here's the latest chapter and definitely the horniest night of my life. Please send me your comments to the email address in my profile. Until chapter five, enjoy! This contains material of an adult nature. Do not read if you are easily offended by explicit li...
The walk to Mandy's place was short. She lived in an old building, a four-story walkup with creaking stairs and tiny black and white checkered tile floors on every landing. Mandy's apartment was on the second floor. As Lynn followed her up the creaking stairs, she couldn't help but notice how nice Mandy's ass was. She had very nice hips for a slender girl, L...
A lot of people are surprised when they meet me. Zafirah Hasibah Kadir is the name. Born and raised in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. Presently I live in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I am an Arab woman through and true, and a practicing Muslim to boot. I am proud of my Saudi Arabian roots and I am proud of my faith as a woman from the Islamic world...