Chapter 1: Sunday mass Brenda Simmons was bored. It was a steamy Sunday afternoon in August, and she had the house to herself. Her husband, Brad, had been sent out of town on business for two weeks and their two kids, ages 6 and 4, were spending the week with their grandparents 90 miles away. Brenda made herself a light breakfast and thought about her day...
What's up, people? My name is Bizunesh Getachew, and I'm a six-foot-tall, curvaceous and lovely young Ethiopian woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I tend to stand out among my people due to my height and curves. Ethiopian women are usually short and thin. Mother nature made me different, in more ways than one. I've got the kind of thick round ass t...
*Trigger Warning* This story involves group sex, sex outside of marriage, and interracial sex. If any of these topics offend you, please abort your mission to read this story. This story is fantasy, not reality. It is not intended to be real or to be reproduced in any way. Rasheede and I had known each other for precisely three days when I made the deal of...
The ending of this story is coming quickly. It is suggested you read the first part of this story so you'll understand what I written and why I wrote it. For those who won't read the other chapters I will try to explain why I wrote this one. If you look around on the Internet especially you'll see many sites that specialize in belittling white women using b...
"Give me that," Sarah giggled, grabbing her best friend Carol's boarding pass from the pocket of her carry-on bag. "Wait here." Sarah had already been talking, more like flirting really, to that nice looking young man from Air Jamaica for what seemed like half an hour before confiscating her friend's pass. Now she was gone again. Sarah was actually skipping...
Part 1: Jean Sterger copyright 2012 by Darksolid358 This story takes place in Stormbringer's E&I Series. -------------------------------------------------------------- June 2012 Dozens of photographers and fans lined up for the red carpet grand opening of Hidden Closet Chicago. It had been the first fashion/swimwear/lingerie store of CEO Victoria Go...
It was tough living in the Bronx. Though I am an Afro American I have always been the butt of racial jokes. I am small built unlike others of my race and I must concede I am no Michael Jordan. In fact I am more like Michael Jackson. In fact I hardly look like the archetypical black. The only thing, which I feel ashamed off, is the unusually large size of my...
"Who's your strong Black goddess? Fool, speak up when you're spoken to," Lethal Lipps said sharply as she stood, hands on her hips, glaring down at the muscular, stocky and fit brother who knelt at her feet. The curvy, brown-skinned, dark-haired and sultry African American porn star licked her infamous lips, a smug smile on her lovely face. Impatiently she a...
**A work of erotic fiction. If you like it, please comment! It encourages me to write more. ** ***** Night. Inky darkness seemed to pour in through the windows, broken only by city lights shining from far below and the immense twinkling of the stars above. Quiet steps echoed slowly through the penthouse; a soft padding, the sound of carefully placed bare f...
This is a story – so save your hateful abuse. My wife and I have been together since college with a break after college while I was in the military where I know she played around as did I. Now in our mid 30's we have been past due for starting a family. The flip side of this is that we have been able to be kind of adventurous in many things – work, travel a...