Eloa was a beautiful Brazilian with long, charcoal brown hair and big blue eyes. She was blessed with an olive complexion and a radiant smile that dazzled audiences across Europe. At only 155 (5'3 for the Yanks), she had dazzling 36c boobs and a voluptuous bum that appeared carved from a Roman myth. Classically trained as an actress, Eloa had discovered stan...
Her: So how many times have you played with yourself? Me: I thought you were spending quality time with your nephew. Her: We're in the bedroom. Watching spy kids. I can multi task. I like thinking about your dick getting hard in your hand while you think of me (or some hot Brazilian) Me: Yeah. That sounds nice. Not sure how the Brazilian got into the mi...
As Salam Alaikum, people. My name is Ibrahim, and I'm a Somali brother living in the City of Montreal, Quebec. I have something to share with you, ladies and gentlemen. I was raised in my ancestral hometown of Mogadishu, Somalia, and have been living in Montreal for the past ten years. I love Montreal, the best place in la belle province, even though I shall...
Mike journeys to Brazil, and discovers a sultry Latina by the name of Leona. Adults Only. All characters are 18+ Written by LoneGarif * Mike had never been to Brazil before. In fact what inspired him to take the plunge and journey to the South American country was precisely because of the tales of the visually stunning women of Brazil. It also helped tha...
One week after the 2013 presidential inauguration The committee to elect the next president is forming just outside of Washington DC. They are all meeting in a oval conference room sitting at an oval table. Attending the meeting is, With very heavy ethic accents; A Chinese American woman, A Irish American, A Hispanic American, A Arab American, A Jewish Ame...
Chapter 3: The Plot Thickens Erika Johansson smiled at her reflection in the bedroom mirror. Had Alistair not already left for his early morning meeting with Thomas and Sally, he would undoubtedly have approved. She held the compact mobile phone away for a moment, and shook out the silken locks she'd styled into golden waves. They bounced on her shoulders...
I'm declaring a contest of my own... of sorts. If you go to my author's page, I have submitted the first chapter of 3 stories on the same day (10/30/15). I will write and post the next chapter of the highest rated story every week or two (or maybe three) until all the stories are done. These should all be pretty short stories, around 3-4 chapters. If there...
Stevie was sitting at her office desk, struggling with a long and technical article about a diabetes drug when the email from Roger dropped into her inbox. Her job as a journalist for a medical publishing company had its interesting moments, but there were plenty of days like today when she had trouble making a dry subject sound fresh and interesting. The...
Why is everyone so damn afraid of interracial pegging? That's what I want to know! My name is Beatrice Levin. A six-foot-eight, red-haired and green-eyed French Canadian woman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. Folks, I am a big woman. And I know it. I'm damn near seven feet tall and weigh two hundred and eighty pounds. I was afflicted with g...
Rosalyn, To summarize, my end of it at least: - No, sorry, I am not Marcus. - Sure you can come in and see if you can call Marcus. I'm not really sure why you need to come in if you have a cell phone though. - No, your outfit is not too slutty, especially for this time of night and this neighborhood. You know, earlier in the day, when the sun was nice an...