As Salam Alaikum, dear readers. My name is Faduma ( pronounced Fa-Doom-Ah) Ismail and I'm a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I was born in the City of Mogadishu, Somalia, and moved here with my parents, Aden and Amina Ismail, in the summer of 1999. We've never even left the country since that magical first summer, I...
Two weeks have gone by since Brittany had her first sexual encounter with Coach Phillip and then her first 3 some with Mr. Moore and Mrs. Keibler. She was feeling kind of ill today, but she still wanted to go to school n e ways to practice for her first Volleyball game. Of course her parents won’t home, so her Uncle Keith took her temperature. Brittany was...
Arriving 15 minutes late for class, Jenny quietly took a seat way at the back. The professor was droning on about supply and demand, and Jenny found herself having a hard time concentrating. Her sore ass made it difficult to sit still; she kept squirming around in her seat, and when she did get comfortable for a minute, her mind started replaying images of t...
Cory dresses for the hunt. She's hot and she wants action tonight. Black denim, black silk blouse, silver rings, dark hair slicked back. The face is pale, almost deadly enough to make a femme tremble. Cory wants them wetting their pants when she walks into the bar. She wants a slender blonde with pink nipples and a pale white ass. As she imagines the blonde,...
It still makes me smile to hear your voice from the shower as you sing. Your words echo from the bathroom into the bedroom where I am lying on the bed, waiting for you to finish. The song ends and I hear the water shut off and the sounds of you drying yourself. Your voice rings out with "I’m ready" and I pad into the bathroom where I had placed the chair ear...
Startled awake from my sleep, I lay blinking at the light in the room. It was really bright. Groaning as I twisted my eyes away from my accusing clock, I stretched out my legs and arms, grunting softly. I then heard what woke me. The shower. She's in the shower. I chewed on my lower lip, eyes rolling back at myself. I yanked the pillow over to cover my f...
Chris's hands were gripping my hips hard enough to hurt, his fingers digging into the skin. I loved it when he did that. He had me bent over the bathroom counter. My breasts were mashed against the cold tiles; my feet weren't even touching the floor. And every time he pistoned himself into me, my body jerked roughly, the edge of the counter biting into my st...
First, a little about me. As i write this I am a sixty-three year old, still sexually active, bi, very submissive woman. When this bi- submissive adventure started I was a 35 year old straight housewife and business consultant living with a loving husband. When 35, I was at about 125 pounds, today 140. I am still 5 foot 7 inches tall of course. Some things h...
Marci sat on the toilet, staring at the door, her feet bouncing up and down in anticipation. A small trickle of juice had begun to ooze from her pussy, making her panties stick to her increasingly warm crotch. She lifted up her skirt and rubbed the palm of her hand against the silk pink panties. Slowly and deliberately she brushed against it, building her ex...
The hottest relationship I had was with a stripper named Natalie, a brunette beauty with a sharp intellect and the most wicked and dirty sense of humour I have ever encountered. She was three years older than my eighteen years, much more experienced and my first female lover. She remains the most beautiful woman I have ever seen - as I write, I look longingl...