All the things I've done. They never truly cease to amaze me. My name is Marguerite Fils-Aime. A young Black woman of Haitian descent living in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Sanctus Magnus University, a private Catholic school located in the heart of Boston. These days, I'm simply having the time of my life. The life of a Black lesbian...
My name is Shamika Brown. I'm a six-foot-tall, square Black woman living in the city of Buffalo, New York. I run a shelter for immigrants and refugees known as the House of Life. I wear glasses, I'm somewhat curvy, with big tits and a big round ass. I also wear glasses. I'm in my forties and still not married because nobody can stand having me around. I'm yo...
The word yoga actually means "to join together." Obviously, this is very appropriate when discussing yoga and its connection to sex. Traditionally, Tantra followers viewed sexual connections as the ultimate form of yoga. Traditionally, many Tantrics practiced hatha yoga in the nude. This was partly just for convenience's sake, simply to allow unrestricted f...
Granny Babette lay in bed, feeling pleasurably sore all over. The tall, dark-skinned, curvy and very voluptuous, sixty-something, feisty Black woman smiled with contentment as she thought of all the fun and wicked things she did just hours ago. For once, she left the brothers alone and had some fun with a feisty young Black woman named Maxima "Max" Muchina,...
I leaned against the air circulator. Lawndon was noisy and busy, even late into the night. While it makes it easier to track someone, wait for an opportunity, and then extract without being noticed, I value peace and quiet. This job doesn't have many perks, and its easier to relax when there's a cool evening breeze and no one but you and your target is stirr...
Jacquie grew up on a remote outback property. She did her schooling by distance education, at first through a crackling radio connection, and latterly by Internet. Every semester she attended a regional conference for senior high school students. It was a rare opportunity to mix with others her own age. Back at home, the nearest neighbours were 100 miles in...
Note: This is a work of fiction and any resemblance of any characters to any persons, real or fictitious, is purely coincidental and unintentional. Note 2: This work includes themes of a graphic sexual nature and involves person who, although entirely fictional, are all above the legal age of consent. This story is set in the slightly historical, but prima...
Copyright © 2002 This is an original work and as such is protected under the copyright laws of the United States. Please do not duplicate, copy, print, distribute or exchange this piece without the expressed written permission Both of them thrived on the opportunities that their first kiss represented. As much as they both wanted to rush each other and cra...
It started like any other night. Pizza, a movie, awkward conversation. I was staring at her noticeably fake boobs when my roommate asked her what turned her on. I blushed because I was a proper sort of gal – not one to talk about such things in mixed company. And anyway, I wasn't sure I wanted my roommate to know what turned on the girl that I had been...
Every time I see her, my heart flutters. My name is Fatima Al-Fatah and I am one of those women. What do I mean by that? That's kind of complicated. Do I mean Black women? Definitely. Muslim women? Absolutely. Immigrant women living in the Confederation of Canada? Totally. But what I really mean to say is that I am one of those women who love other women. A...