We all have fantasies that we'd rather not have anybody find out about. Mainly because all human beings have their insecurities. And I guess you could say that I am no exception to that rule. My name is Stefan Saint-Valentin. I was born in the City of Cap-Haitien in the Republic of Haiti but raised in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm twenty three years...
A volcanic outpouring of CFNM material in this story, my friends, more than you would find in any other work of fiction. I suggest, therefore, that you read it in bite-size chunks, a bit at a time. I can testify to its truthfulness, if not its truth: there was a lot going on in colonial India during World War One, most of the white male folk away in the Euro...
"...and the colored girls say, 'do, dee-do...'" I chuckle. "What?" She looks into my eyes, my rapidly glazing eyes; smiles. "It's funny what comes into your head." "Lou Reed? Yeah, kinda weird. Feeling any nausea?" "Not yet. Will I?" "I hope not but...sometimes the first time. Just a bit more." She finishes plunging the syringe. I'm feeling light and...
I walked out of the hut and followed Sajid as Fatima had told me. She seemed nice and kind and the only one not gawking at me or hating me. Sajid was chatting casually with his kids who were hanging out in the front of the house. He saw me walk up and smiled. "Kids, meet Purva aunty." "Abba, is she a new ammi (mother)?" one of the precocious daughters, abo...
The audition with David Dhawan went very well, even better than I had expected. David was captivated by Karishma's innocent, sweet looks and banging hot body. And so was Govinda, who was present at the audition. We were sitting out in the open, under a makeshift tent, trying to escape the blazing sun. Portable fans were whirring at full speed, making it be...
I slay slumped over the mattress leaking from my cunt and breathing and moaning heavily. Fatima and Shabnam were both looking exhausted too, and moaning writhing themselves. Our man himself though, Sajid, after a bravura performance, seemed only slightly winded. Fatima slowly crawled over and started lapping at my pussy and cleaning it up. Shabanm crawled to...
Tonight, I am thankful to God that I am in one piece. The past seventy two hours have been really tough. My name is Stephen. A big and tall young Black man living in the town of Ottawa, province of Ontario, the Capital region of Canada. The last Saturday in July 2012 I went to the Saint Laurent Shopping Center bright-eyed and smiling. Why? Only one reason, t...
My Best-friend Suresh and I are both 24 now. His mom and dad divorced when he was about 5 as his dad had found love in another woman and had wished to marry her. Suresh he lived with his mom. Growing up without a dad was hard, so Suresh was treated as a family member in my family too. And so was his mother. Suresh's mom, Mrs. Seetha Lakshmi Ramakrishnan a...
Our return to the cabin was not unnoticed. Chintu eyed my tousled look with a knowing smile. Away from the others, he mentioned, in a low voice, "Looks like you had a fun trip to the store!" I gave him a sly wink, as I put the booze in the freezer to chill. If Taj noticed anything out of the ordinary, he made no comment. We moved the party to the dock, t...
The rash exploit had been accomplished; and for an hour Passepartout laughed gaily at his success. Sir Francis pressed the worthy fellow's hand, and his master said, "Well done!" which, from him, was high commendation; to which Passepartout replied that all the credit of the affair belonged to Mr. Fogg. As for him, he had only been struck with a "queer" idea...