Amira Fattah is the kind of woman whom other women love to hate, primarily because of her keen intelligence, raw and exotic beauty and the sheer strength of her personality. Five feet eleven inches, curvy and bodacious, with light brown skin, almond-shaped golden brown eyes and a stylish Afro, Amira is simply gorgeous and definitely means business. Asserti...
The following story is entirely fictitious. Any similarity to any persons living or dead is entirely coincidental and unintentional. All characters depicted in sexual acts and scenarios are at least eighteen years of age or older. The following story contains aspects of BDSM, CBT (cock and ball torture), femdom, forced orgasms, tease and denial, prostate sti...
The petite, naked, golden-skinned Korean girl standing beside me looked up, grinned, and said, "Why don' you slip me a sleepy-time dose, get me off to a sleazy motel, rip crows off, force-fuck me and bang away my virginity?" After a few seconds, she added, "You'd better close your mouth, dear man, or the bugs will get in." She giggled again. - - - - - Th...
Valentine's Day this year is going to be somewhat stranger than usual for me. Trigger Warning in advance, you're probably not going to like this story, but for what it's worth, it's true— which guarantees people are going to get offended even worse. I expect low ratings and butt-hurt in the comments. Should be fun. It would just prove my points even more fo...
November 2010 I met my Thai girlfriend Eim in a Bangkok where she was working as a bargirl and part-time hooker. Eim young, very hot and sexually desirable: She is a twenty six year old beauty, petite five foot tall, gorgeous brown skinned with a lovely sexy body and long flowing black hair. She has a small thin girlish body with small pointed breasts and a...
Warning: This story contains no same sex sexual intercourse of any sorts. Those that may feel offended by that, please discontinue reading. Ha, ha, ha. * Chapter 1: So many reasons why mature, married Pussy is far better It was late afternoon when Jay hopped into his car and drove to his gym. His car was a simple, inconspicuous sedan. Initially, he had fe...
Salutations, people. My name is Victor Stephenson Vance, and I'm a young black man living in the City of Plymouth, Massachusetts. I am happily married to a lovely gal named Leanne Benton-Vance. A lot of folks stare at Leanne and I when we're out and about because I am black and my wife Leanne is white. We have a son, Joey and a daughter, Marianna. We live in...
Dear Black woman, I want you to know this. I'm in love with you. I think I'm in love with you. I want to be in love with you. Am I in love with you? Can I love you? Can you love me? I don't know. So many questions. Who am I? I'm the Brother with the Ivy League MBA who's leading a Fortune Five Hundred company into the twenty-first century. I'm the Brother who...
They say that words can be powerful, and I must agree. From my girlfriends passing comment while watching a movie to where it led us certainly proves just how powerful. It was several years ago when those words were spoken, the beginning, but first a little about us. I'm Matt and my girlfriend (now wife) is Rani, at the time we had been together about four...
"Nicolas, mi amor, I'm glad you told me about your bisexuality, we are going to have so much fun with it," Marianna Jimenez said, laughing. Winking sexily at her man, the tall, bronze-skinned, raven-haired, curvaceous Latina looked at her boyfriend and smiled, then patted his groin. Nicolas Gerard grinned, and kissed Marianna, thrilled to have found a woman...