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Black Love Chronicles

by Samuelx on Sep 14, 2017
Non-Erotic

There is nothing quite like doing that which makes you happy. My name is Jason Jean-Bernard and I'm a man with two lives. In the eyes of the world, I am a successful Haitian-American lawyer who makes a good living defending corporate fat cats. It's what I've always wanted to do. Growing up, I was a nerd who watched Law & Order religiously and did mock trials...

Across the Tracks Ch. 11

by BigCoreySKR on Sep 13, 2017
Romance

(Hers chapter 11. Short Sweet, to the point. There is only one chapter left in the Across the Tracks series, and our next story will be picking up the relationship between Deacon and Nikki, and when that arc is done, we will be starting J.B.'s love story, with a character you haven't met yet. Enjoy, and as always, reviews and comments are welcome, and stroke...

Introduction to Sex Ch. 06

by Paris Waterman on Sep 12, 2017
Group Sex

Ava Gardenia reacted predictably on hearing first hand from Marvin about Ellie's talents. "Oh yeah, that's it baby, right there. Fuck me with your long tongue. Mmmm, don't stop now. Oh, yeah, fuck it, oh, yeah!" In bed, Gardener sounded like a sailor ashore for the first time in months. She seemed to take a perverse pleasure in telling Ellie just how much...

French Women into Haitian Men

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

"A lot of girls like to pretend that they're full of rainbows and unicorns but not me, if I've got to fart, I do it, I don't hold back, I let loose wherever I'm at," Marguerite DesRenaudes said with a smirk, and then she did just that. Squeezing her voluminous ass cheeks, the curvaceous young Frenchwoman unleashed a loud, wet fart. And then she leaned back o...

Paris: The City of Light & Lust

by nitengale on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

If I live, I will fight, wherever I must, as long as I must, until the enemy is defeated and the national stain washed clean. - General Charles de Gaulle * * * As Nicole stood looking out the full-length window of her Paris loft, she reflected on the changes the city had gone through over the past few years. It was the Spring of 1943, and life for Nicole...

Marla Ch. 02

by geronimo_appleby on Sep 3, 2017
Fetish

The Second Chapter - Piss The click-clack of Marla's heels upon the cracked tiled floor echoed through the dank corridor. The decaying surroundings in which Marla found herself contrasted incongruously with the elegant evening gown and delicate make-up worn by the woman. Whereas Marla was presented near perfect, the building possessed a dilapidated air of a...

Me? A Gigolo?

by regularguy13 on Aug 31, 2020
Novels and Novellas

^^^June 2005. On the beach of Cap d' Agde, France^^^ "An erection? Really, Armand?" Yvonne rebuked her brother in a harsh, belittling tone. The slim, twenty-year-old frowned, shook her head, and glared at his erect penis. "I can't help it," the eighteen-year-old answered. His face was red. "I'm surrounded by naked women. It's a natural reaction." "What's...

Sensuous Night with an Escort

by ArianneJ on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

I stared at the frilly wedding invitation in my hand, fighting back tears. Jesse was getting married. Jesse, who I had been in love with since our junior year of high school. I'd always thought that someday I'd find the courage to tell my best friend I was in love with him. I fantasized that one day he'd confess to me that he had always loved me, too. But no...

The Goddess of Pakistan

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

I didn't believe in fairy tales, in charming princes rescuing damsels in distress from unfortunate circumstances. I have never been that naïve. I also had trouble believing that there is good in the world, until somebody sent me an angel to save me. My name is Aradhana Christina Sharif, and I came into the world on February 4, 1989. I was born in the City of...

League of Lust

on Apr 22, 2025

In the dwindling days of late summer, as the sun began its descent behind the towering stadium, Coach Armand Reynolds stood at the edge of the field, a symphony of whistles and thuds enveloping the air. At 28, he was among the youngest head coaches in collegiate football, yet his eyes held a depth of experience that transcended his years. This wasn't just an...

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