This chapter ends the Nude Noir story. I strongly recommend reading chapters 1 and 2 in order before reading this. This story is a work of fiction. Some real institutions are mentioned, but they are used fictitiously. Insofar as the author knows, no real person affiliated with any of those institutions has ever behaved as do the characters in this story. An...
Ali had a tough day. He was quite tired and looked forward to getting a refreshing chilled beer after handing over the bus at the depot and reaching home. Ali was a Muslim. However, like many Muslims, he indulged in the lure of the liquor, occasionally, when none of his fellows were around. She was the last person in the bus to get down. He had noticed her...
Ali looked down at here cellphone. Travis had sent her nine text messages. The cellphone chimed. She sighed then decided to read this one. "Come over! We can work this out!" "Whatever," she said at the cellphone then threw it into the car. It landed on top of her overnight bag lying in the passenger seat. It was all she could get together while she argued...
Tony's restaurant was down a narrow side street that ran north-south off the town square. At seven-thirty on Monday evening the lowering sun still caught the tables and chairs arranged outside. It was quiet, too early for the evening rush which would start about eight, and we asked and were given one of the larger tables at the end. We ordered drinks, beer f...
Lea arrived home much later than expected after an impromptu birthday party for a coworker ended up as a sex toy party. Those lame parties are generally just a quick drink at a random nearby restaurant but this one quickly turned into one of the most erotic events she had ever indulged in. It started normally enough. The four of them sat in a nondescript b...
Feedback welcome. I want to continue the storyline, but simply don't know where to take it. Looking for character evolution ideas. ************ Fucking Ali became a obsession, she literally molded herself to be a fuck toy. Everything about her screamed BIMBO, from her smell, extreme outfits, and crazy curves. She didn't act like my new girlfriend, she mad...
Author's Note: The following is a work of fiction. It may or may not contain characters based on persons living or dead and may or not may contain actions completed by these same persons who may or may not have lived. The world where this story takes place is an alternate reality where sexually transmitted diseases and unwanted pregnancies do not exist (no...
"You came to the right place, Ismail," Mistress Taslima Ali said, and the towering, dark-skinned, bodacious Black Canadian Muslim dominatrix looked at the chubby, small-dicked Black man who knelt at her feet. For ages now, Ismail had been scouring the web, looking for the elusive Black dominatrix who was interested in submissive Black males. Sadly, those str...
I am writing this because ALI ( READ ALIS FIRST MODELING EXPERIENCE!) has constantly been nagging me to and I have read the beautiful comments from her story. Ali is one of my best friends. She is 19 and single. I am 25 and married with 2 kids. I am like a big sister to her. She always comes to me with her problems and likes to talk about various happening...
"Ahmad, tonight, my dear husband, I am cuckolding you," Fatima Ali said, smiling wickedly at her husband, Saudi Government Minister and career diplomat Ahmad Ali, and then she winked at her Bull. The object of her desire was a handsome Somali stud named Bilal Osman, whom Fatima met while visiting the University of Ottawa. The tall, burly and dark-skinned Eas...