Howdy, folks. Mr. Samuel Xavier here. A big and tall, openly bisexual Black man living in Canada, one of the worst places on the Continent of North America. I'm talking about Ottawa, Ontario, of course. I've got some truly tawdry tales to share with you today. People are such strange creatures. You can never simply look at one and say for sure what he or she...
"Language Theresa!" "But Mrs. Bradshaw, I only said. ..." "Hush Theresa, I will not have such rude vernacular spoken in my boarding house! Also, kindly remove your elbows from the tabletop. More over, the fork was placed on the left side of your plate for a specific reason." Theresa blushed as she looked around at the other five girls, some of them putting...
Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. The views and opinions expressed by characters in this story are not necessarily those of the author. A...
My name is Georgia Antoine. I'm a six-foot-one, busty and delightfully voluptuous, big-bottomed young Black woman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Kennedy College, and currently I'm in my junior year. Life at Kennedy College is okay, if a little boring at times. That's why I make my own fun. This boring college campus is too tame...
She wants to be fucked. She can't remember the last time she's been fucked so hard that she stops making lists in her head, or fucked so hard she looses her breath. That's how she wants it, low, immediate and rough. Enough of this soft, gentle nibbles and strokes. She needs to feel the pull from her nipples to her cunt, to feel raw and sore as she rides her...
My name is Karina Jade Ambrose. A big and tall, red-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a truck driver by trade. I didn't go to business school like so many of those highly educated people who find themselves unemployed these days and are praying for a government-issued Bailout. I went to Brockton Community Col...
My hand swept across her young eighteen year old chest, touching so lightly the small rounded swell of her breasts. Through the dark blue of her flimsy top you could see the erection of her nipples, the anticipation of this moment that resided within her body. She giggled and laughed, her face blushed red, yet she did not pull away or force my hands from her...
This is a continuation of Memories at the request of many readers. To those that voted and sending comments, thank you very much. I hope this chapter is as stimulating for you as Memories and Memories Ch 2. * "You are a slut Amy, a wonderful slut. We are going to have lots of fun together." While sucking on her fingers, my eyes lowered to look at her tits...
This is the last time I allow myself to frown over you people, I told myself as I walked out of the mosque in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I still couldn't shake off the Imam's words as he practically glowered at me as he ordered me out of the men's prayer hall. He called me every name in the book. All because I wanted to pray with men. Because o...
A/N: This story is completely fiction and any descriptions of characters similar to real persons are complete coincidence. The characters from this story were introduced in "Stairway Strip Game" but you don't need to read that to follow this story. I am once again following the suggestion I got on a previous story and warning any potential readers that I a...