Malik Saint-Germain is the name but you can call me Mal. Everybody does. I'm a big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I attend Carleton University, the setting of most of my adventures. I'm studying business law these days. It's okay, but I can barely focus on school right now. The truth is that I a...
Five o'clock. The magic hour. I can finally shed my disguise and resume my true form. By day, I work in an office building. I'm a lawyer and a damned good one at that. On top of being good at my job, I'm actually even pretty. I stand five feet ten inches tall, thick-bodied, wide-hipped and big-bottomed. But my face is gorgeously pretty. I'm a big, beautiful...
It was Memorial Day weekend and the school had been closed; yet Paul was incredibly horny and as usual, it hadn't been one of Mary's days for sex. Hell, they had been married only a short time and she may have fucked him about six times since then missionary style, and he didn't even bother to ask her to suck his cock after the one time he had tried to eat h...
Disclaimer -- this is just an opinion presented in a humorous manner. Undoubtedly, some of you will become offended at some point as you read through this. You will claim I am being sexist, demeaning, arrogant, or even overly simplifying the problem. The men who read it will probably just say, "Yeah, that's right." Unless, that is, they are either Psych prof...
Chapter 2: The Bar After my experiences with my sister Kayla, my sex life changed dramatically. I went from a mild mannered horny guy to this sex hungry creature. The whole first week of college I spent thinking of my younger sister's hot little pussy and how I loved having her muscular legs wrapped around my head. I also couldn't shake that feeling that I...
It took me years to accept the fact I was gay. I had been attracted to males in high school but never allowed myself to believe I could really be gay. I had been a star pitcher on my high school baseball team. A jock couldn't be gay. I had a very stereotypical view on what a gay man was: flamboyant, non-athletic, very feminine physique. I'm 6'0, with buzzed...
She was always called Vivian, never Viv or Vi or anything else. She insisted, in her cold, firm, aloof way. And she was beautiful enough to make it stick. I had had a major crush on her back in high school, but nothing came of it -- she was, as I've mentioned, aloof. Always involved in her Art projects. She was different, separate, into a world of her own c...
Author's note: This is a work of fiction. All characters are eighteen years or older. Don't expect realism and you won't be disappointed when you don't find it! Enjoy! ***** Clear and bright over the deliciously sloppy symphony of nursing, suckling noises centered around his spittle-coated boner, a voice emerged to snap Nick out of his blissful haze. "So...
Authors note:- This is a follow on to the previous chapters of Becca Xxx. Please read them before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters. I woke up slowly in the master bedroom of Sanchez's super yacht. The previous night I had left Tony making phone calls to bring his team of Grey Ghosts to Algeria and help complete our mission. Le...
Author's Note: This story is an original work of fiction. Future stories starring some or all of these characters might also be forthcoming based upon response and demand. Certain characters featured herein may also be found in other works by the authors. Feedback is desired and greatly appreciated. Email comments to [email protected]. Thank you for...