A cold six pack sat on my ass. It was dark and cramped and my head ached ever so slightly. Vainly I tried to twist my wrists to free them. Instead I moved someone's face against my twat. I sighed rather silently as I enjoyed yet another Saturday night in today's dating world. My name was Jane. Arlene was my best female friend. Both of us had been at Casey'...
Quiet as it's kept, swinging does happen in the Black Muslim community. The name is Habeeba Hussein, and I'm a young Black Muslim woman of Somali descent living in the City of Mobile, Alabama. That's right, folks, there are Black Muslims in the State of Alabama. Is the sky falling because of it? Absolutely not! I am married to a tall, handsome Muslim brother...
I charged down the football pitch towards goal, dodging the defenders who I imagined between me and my target. I always liked to get some solitary practice in before a match to focus my attention. This Saturday's game was home against the Stafford Vixens, which meant Jillian Cairns would be playing – a tough tackler, but a little slow. I jinked over where I...
BDSM has enabled me to save my relationship, leave a cycle of domestic abuse and salvage what's left of my heart. My name is Matthew Dixon and I'm a big and tall black man of Jamaican descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm a graduate of the Sprott MBA program at Carleton University, and work for the Canadian Revenue Agency as an auditor. I have o...
Uncoiling from the folds of the couch she slithered to the door, the sheer gown she had bought for this very occasion drifting down to kiss her calves before swirling about her ankles. Feeling like a feline in this she runs a hand through her hair, lifting the ebony curls from her shoulders for a moment before letting them fall into place again. With a cli...
Last week, I decided it was time for an elaborate seduction plan for my wife. Between a real upswing in her work travel over the past month, and my own short vacation a few weeks ago, we had only managed to find about three opportunities for sex in 30 days. That's not enough for me, and so I was pretty horny. Plus, while pleasant, none of those encounters ha...
The breeze from the river rushed around my bare legs as I approached his office building. I couldn't even feel the cold air against my skin as the butterflies dancing in my stomach were causing my nerves to stand on end. The idea of meeting him in person after all this time excited me, heat enveloped my body at the very thought. I approached the glass door...
The day had finally come. They were to meet again after three years apart. An ocean and a few countries had separated them for far too long, and they yearned to be with each other again. Oh my god, she thought as the plane touched down. This is it. I'm here. He's here. Her anticipation of this moment had made the 15-hour flight seem to last for eternity. He...
"Mad to be had, to be felt and smelled ... I hugged, I snuggled into an armpit, I sniffed the subtle whiff of its tuft, I lapped up the taste of its hot hollow ...I lay still in the notch of his crotch inhaling his sweat." W.H. Auden, A Day For A Lay Did you think underarm odor just happened? That it was a cruel joke of nature that we should stink in a most...
I write this having just woken up, my tight white tank offsetting my light brown skin, and showing off my hard chocolate brown nipples. Tiny little panties are the only other thing I'm wearing...and they are wet. As usual. Only this time, it's worse - Aron's out of town. As I look out of the window into the hazy wetness of New York City...I think about Aron....