My name is Steven Atkinson and I am what you would call a valuable player. In every sense of the word. There are plenty of haters out there but I don't let them get the best of me. How many young black college men do you know can say the same? I must be one of a kind. Oh, well. I got to do my thing. No other way about it. The name of the game is anal sex. Wi...
Loving him is ill-advised, she told herself for the thousandth time as she looked at the picture of herself standing next to the one she loved the most. They were too different, she reminded herself. Yet from the first time she laid eyes on him in that Sociology class in September 2011, she couldn't stop thinking about him. In the eyes of most people, she wa...
The life of a bisexual man is seldom easy or simple, but mine is more complicated than most. The name is Suleiman Mehdi. I was born in the City of Casablanca, Morocco, to a Moroccan father and Somali mother. Growing up a biracial man in one of the Muslim world's most beautiful and famous cities wasn't easy. Even though Moroccan society is fairly tolerant and...
Standing in front of the mirror, I look at myself. A Black-haired, bronze-skinned and brown-eyed lady stares back at me. The name is Mona Al-Mokhtar, and I'm a lady with a story to tell. I was born in the City of Baalbek in the Republic of Lebanon, and have lived in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario, for the past eleven years. I am forty two years old,...
Arab men hate seeing Arab women with non-Arab males, and these fuckers are racist as hell even though they will deny it until kingdom come. So I know when they see me with my new Haitian-Canadian lover Marcel, they want to tear their eyes out. Makes me shudder with pleasure just thinking about their reaction. The fact that Marcel is a proud Christian with a...
Good Lebanese girls don't suck black dick, I silently told myself as I wrapped my lips around Gary Davilmar's long and thick cock. Sitting on the bed, the burly young Haitian groaned in pleasure and ran his hand through my long, curly black hair. I looked up at Gary and he winked at me, silently urging me to continue. I'm already on my knees so I might as we...
(I used the nonhuman catagory, but is it? You decide. There is also no sex in this story, so be warned.) Harlen plowed the last 40 acres closest to the forest. He got the soil worked to the point where he knew only a few light runs with his big 10' disc would have it ready to plant come Spring. They were out there, he knew. Something inside of him he did...
As the Arab soldiers' truck drives away, the two Arab girls grab me from my chair and push me back into the bedroom. This time there is very little talking between them as though they have some sort of unspoken agreement. The girl with the purple scarf pushes me down onto the bed and quickly climbs on top of me. Her gown comes up and all the way over her hea...
"Damn you for making me fall in love with you Afaf," I whispered to myself as I sat alone at a quiet corner of the campus library. Last night, Afaf Hafiz boarded a flight for Europe from the Ottawa International Airport, the first leg of a long journey toward her homeland of Saudi Arabia. The love of my life has flown away from the City of Ottawa, Ontario, n...
Right now, avowed feminist and proud Israeli Defense Forces soldier Miriam Rosenthal was where she knew she was born to be. Lying on her back, sweaty and dazed, blonde hair disheveled and blue eyes blinking nervously, while a well-endowed Muslim guy fucked her in her tight Israeli ass. In one of Tel Aviv's nicest hotels, too. Long had the proud Jewish woman...