Submitted to literotica.com by the author. * "Are you sure your new friend is fine?" asked his Lei. Even though she hadn't yet seen the spider-woman there was concern in her voice. "I didn't expect her to be gone this long," said Kokata. The sun had set and the sky was greying over. "I can go look for her," offered his Lei. "No," snarled Kokata, holdin...
Newsflash, bozos and bitches of the world. Just because a woman from a Muslim background wears the hijab doesn't mean she's soft and sweet, or polite and repressed. I think I'm living proof of that. My name is Wafiyah Abdul-Hamid, and I was born in the City of Dhamar, Crown Jewel of the great Nation of Yemen, but raised in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ont...
The body mod charity had been a great success for Mike and Jess. They have raised a lot of money for charities and as their creations appeared in some bigger tattoo magazines so their publicity increased and let several new customers into their shop. Jess was very happy when she thought back on the last year. But she also had to prepare for the next events:...
Angel and Thomas had been playing with the idea for some time. Angel was reluctant, but Thomas knew that there was a gleam of excitement in her eye every time they touched on the subject. When they made love, his finger pressed gently against her asshole always made her squeal, and if he whispered in her ear that that finger could easily be a thick, round co...
Emma and I were now fucking on a regular basis. Late nights, weekends, mostly in my office but also in my car and occasionally in a hotel room since neither of us could go home. Eventually my wife had to go to Los Angeles for a week for work -- she's a marketing consultant and a very high priced and in demand one at that. I decided to have Emma over for a ni...
I stood over her, as she sat on the bed, my engorged cock standing straight out, bobbing near her face. "Ahhhh," she sighed, "that is the biggest, hardest cock I've ever seen. It's really beautiful. If you don't put that hot, hard monster inside me, I'm gonna scream. But first ..." She stopped, stating, "I'm not leaving this bed until I get laid, over and...
Today, I went to Dillard's to get some new summer outfits. I had been dieting and working out all winter and was ready to slip into something new. While I was looking through some racks of skirts and tank tops I noticed a young black man staring at me. I smiled at him and he seemed to blush and turn away. As I left the store with a few purchases and was wal...
December 2012 - What Happened in Vegas or Jaye is broken If you have been following my ongoing narrative of how my wife and I transitioned from Mid- West white married couple to Black-owned sex slaves, you have seen references to the trip to Vegas my wife Jaye took with Robert, our Bull, about 4 years ago. When I first wrote it up based on her reports, it w...
I am a young Black man living in Boston. I grew up as a regular guy. By the time I was eighteen, I was over six feet tall and excelled at everything from basketball to football and wrestling. I was a pretty good student. My parents were hard-working poor black people and I wanted to make them proud by getting a good education and making something out of myse...
Another boring day at Carleton University. The Capital of Canada can be a quirky environment. The only place on the planet earth where I can feel both invisible and the object of unsaid, unuttered hostility at the same time. Even on a campus teeming with East Indians, Arabs, Chinese and others among throngs of Caucasian students, being Black and male makes o...