Minutes after the cargo plane had lifted off and headed towards the Caribbean, Jamie realized the flaw in his plan. He had chartered a cargo plane from his home town. It was something he had done frequently before and it was like a bright, neon sign that said to Section and the French, "Jamie Jacobs is here!" He grimaced at his own stupidity and thoughtlessn...
Condom One: Finger Test "Whoa! Check this out!" Casey shouted grabbing a box from the store shelf. "Magic condoms! Guarantee to get any woman pregnant!" "That's not how condoms are support to work." Kenneth replied. Annoyed by his brother's clowning. The two couldn't even make it through a simple run to the corner store without...
Greetings everyone, Today we are starting a longer story that features several more stories within. Our three protagonists will tell lurid tales from their sex lives the way they may have happened. They have been varied and different, and it will return that way when they meet. Just be prepared for anything, though... Note: I apologize if it seems to be a...
By now, I trust that I require no introduction. Just in case you're new to reading about my exploits, I shall give you the rundown. The name is Stephen. Big and tall young Black man living in the Province of Ontario, Canada. My fans know me as The Hijab Hunter. Let me tell you about my latest victim, uh, encounter, I mean. I've had the pleasure of hooking up...
In Which Blanche learns the Truth about Innocence and Chastity, whilst Chastity furthers the experiences of Innocence. Innocence's sister, Chastity, had many friends, some of whom came from other shires and parishes. One such was Blanche, who came from Brook, a county, Innocence was fascinated to discover, where naturism was pretty nearly the rule and where...
It was near closing when we arrived at Night Magic, a local adult shop. Xavienne placed me between the racks of lingerie ands slipped a blindfold over my eyes. I stood quietly as Cheryl and Xavienne explored the lingerie, admiring the leather and Domme accessories that they liked, and laughing over the frillier articles they couldn't see themselves wearing t...
Another week, another Friday night spent solo. Sitting at the computer terminal inside the Carleton University laboratory, Ishmael Rosenberg Teshale sighed deeply. It wasn't easy being him. He'd been living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario, for over a year and could still count his friends on one hand. Friday night and he had nothing better to do t...
Authors note: special thanks go to Angel Love, my editor. * It was a dark, hot and humid night. Anne leaned over the banister on the patio to catch the soft humid breeze floating past her cheeks. She glanced up at the old gnarled oak tree in the garden and could not help thinking of what the shop keeper in the village had told her that afternoon. She could...
If a Muslim man can date or even marry a Christian woman or a Jewish woman, why can't a Muslim woman do the same thing with a Christian man or a Jewish man? Aren't they "People of the Book" too, according to Islam? That's the question Mona Wahid asked herself for the thousandth time as she walked through the crowded hallways of Carleton University in the Cit...
"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...