The morning after, I awoke to the sight of Lashona's beautiful slumbering face. The sun's rays shine gently upon her gorgeous visage. It was like God himself pointed a spot-light upon her. I wouldn't blame the guy. She's just as, if not more, divine. At first, I didn't recognize the room our lazing bodies tossed and turned within during the night. I relucta...
"Park it in a safe, remote area, please. A girl wants to feel safe." The voice was soft and deep, with an alluring foreign accent. The figure was small, shapely, with long, black hair, a China-doll face, and a slinky crystal-beaded-covered spaghetti-strapped top, buttoning down from the cleavage split, above a matching, tight, miniskirt—a figure that sparkle...
Samira Al-Khani was born in the City of Riyad, Saudi Arabia, to a Saudi Arabian Muslim father, Samir Al-Khani, and Amina Sabbagh, a Nubian mother originally from southern Egypt. Tall and curvy, with bronze skin and long, curly dark hair, Samira can be considered beautiful by almost any standard. Born into wealth, Samira fell in love with western society whil...
All characters are eighteen. This story is a prequel to my Black Sheep Boy series. You don't need to read that series to understand this one, but if you haven't there are some aspects of the setting and story you might miss. So check that series out if you haven't. ***** Erika lay back in her seat and gazed silently at the scenes that passed by. They were...
(Thanxxx so much for taking the time to read me stories! This is just my fourth post and I'd absolutely love any feedback... also, please feel free to reach out if you just wanna chat with a very depraved and submissive Asian sissy) ***** Dave threw my dress at me. "Hurry the fuck up, you stupid slut. My wife gets home in a couple of hours and I need to cl...
"Call me they," said the diminutive, tomboyish, short-haired and curvy Native American gal as she looked me up and down from behind her desk, dripping with attitude. Snorting, I looked at her like she had two heads and they were both fucked up. Ever since I moved to the City of Winnipeg, Manitoba, from my hometown of Boston, Massachusetts, I'd seen and exper...
I woke the next morning cold and naked. I turned to see Lela snuggled up and hogging all the covers. She had the tendency of being a blanket thief but I didn't mind it. I rolled over and grabbed them pulling the blanket and Lela over to me. She woke briefly and shifted herself over, resting her head on my chest before falling back to sleep. I laid there enjo...
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Chapter One - Penelope Penelope Bishop gripped the steering wheel so hard that her hands were beginning to cramp. She stared intently at the tunnel of light made by the headlights; the road was sealed but unmarked except for the reflectors nailed to the white posts spaced sporadically along the side of the road. The night was pitch-black and the road was da...
"Hello," I said to the tall, curvy, bronze-skinned, dark-haired and curvaceous First Nations/Native American cutie, and she looked me up and down, pretty face oozing with attitude, and said nothing. Haughtily she walked out of the Loblaw's store, carrying herself like a queen or something. Big ass plus attitude equals irresistible in many a Black man's lexic...