The things that turn me on are simply that, the things that turn me on. My name is Farah Suleiman, and I'm a Somali woman living in the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario. I was born in the town of Mogadishu, Capital of Somalia, and moved to the Confederation of Canada fifteen years ago with my parents, Mohammed and Amina Suleiman. I am twenty two years old...
This isn't right, Abdul Mohammed "Mo" Akbar thought to himself as he rode Carter Wendell thick White cock. Big Black Muslim guys aren't supposed to like the feel of a White man's cock up their butts. It's haram ( forbidden ) and completely against the Rules of Islam. The Black Muslim male is supposed to be dominant and all that jazz. Big and tall, strong Bla...
It's 1:00 AM Labor Day, one of the loneliest nights of the year. Alone, sober, I see drunk people. They move in twos, threes and ones up and down the bar-lined boulevard. Some bounce. Some drag. Hunger wafts through the streets. Cadillac Escalades, sprayed in their finest pearl-white, strut down Erie Street at fifteen m.p.h. though they appear to be doing tw...
Note: With 2 weeks left to submit stories to Literotica's 2004 Winter Holiday Story Contest, there is still plenty of time to create your own precious masterpiece. As for myself, I've never won a holiday contest; some of my other stories have done very well, others have been perceived as quite mediocre. I figure I've made every mistake twice, so am trying to...
I knock on the hotel room door and wait for a reply, but none is forthcoming. I try the door handle, and the door opens. Peering around it, the room appears to be empty, but I spot a parcel on the bed, wrapped in red shiny paper. A card on it reads "For you X". Curious now, I rip open the parcel and find a black lace basque, split crotch panties, stockings...
I'm in the shower washing away the remains of sleep from my body. The water runs over my hair and scalp and down over my face bringing me back to life. I shampoo and condition my hair and soap my body paying particular attention to my breasts and underarms and working slowly over my torso and down in to my pubic hair where I linger longer ummm this feels goo...
Jessica Dawson sat at her computer, typing up an important file, when she heard her boss call her name from his office. She stood up, smoothed down the front of her black skirt and walked to the back of the room where her boss's office was. "You wanted to see me?" she asked nervously. "Yes, I did, please shut the door and lock it as this is a private conve...
********************** Copyright Oggbashan August 2006 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ********************** "Hazel, why do yo...
Brian awoke and rubbed his eyes. It was the last Saturday before New Year. The time on the clock radio registered 9.27. Noticing that Anne's side of the bed was empty he remembered her muttering something during their bedtime pillow chat the previous evening about nipping into town early to take advantage of the sales. Knowing how much he hated shopping she'...
Phil had no idea what was in store for him when Steph took him, fully sissified, to Fitz's tattoo parlour. Amanda was there, waiting. Phil was shown to the back of the shop. Steph told him to take his trousers off so Amanda could get to his dicklet. She unlocked his cage. While he was distracted Amanda gathered the things she would need for his next piercin...