The first time that I ever had a black cock was when I was 18 and on a trip to Africa with my new husband Omar. We were on the 2nd week of our Honeymoon when one night in the hotel INN, Omar, my husband who is an anthropologist and is 33 years old, was talking to a group of old black men about their tribes and customs etcetera. It was very warm, no, very HOT...
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, this work of fiction is intended as parody, and is not authorised by the BBC or anything else. Do NOT read if you are of a sensitive disposition, or are turned off by gang rape, bukkake-style sperm facials, light bondage (e.g. being tied up uncomfortably), anal or vaginal sex, or do not want to have your view of the...
Gail was still acting decidedly cool toward me as we started out north in the morning in a couple of jeeps. She made sure we were in separate vehicles. She'd dolled herself up for the encounter with Kwei Lin in a three-quarter-length cotton skirt and matching halter top in a sky blue that set off her blonde complexion to perfection. But I had no delusions th...
Some of the native measurements in this story are not absolute. "Weighted three stones" or "walked five paces" would be good examples. Some units, distances, and measurements of time have been annotated using the metric system for your own enjoyment. I apologise in advance if this ruins the immersion for some readers. Tribal names are direct translations f...
Rick and Donna Antermann had discussed their looming dream vacation, a two-week photo safari in Equatorial Africa, with great excitement. The trip, long in the planning, was something both had worked hard to make possible. Rick, now 34, was ten years into his ideal career as an electrical engineer with a major aerospace firm. Donna, three years his junior, h...
It was yet another day for the villagers to go without water. So far the villagers had kept the foe at bay but another day without water would mean either that they would have to surrender or would be defeated. Woe had come to the land of these remote tribes when the king sent his sons on the mission to capture all the neighbouring lands and include them as...
The morning was laden with a heavy fog and it was quiet out on the plains. While riding in the jeep down the rutted roads, I thought I saw movement at the base of a large tree. The tree's branches spanned the sky, some with foliage and the others gnarled with age. The tree appeared black against the fog back drop. So it was difficult to make out the shadow a...
The ascent had been a long one but they were now rapidly approaching the summit. Below the cliff face where they were currently hanging, the valley floor spread itself it outwards; a lush setting of tropical rainforest. The heat up here at almost the top of the towering mountain was fresh and clear unlike the moistness they had endured for several days as th...
Chapter 3: Jasiri Jasiri's eyes shot open. The pain was gone. The gaping wound to his abdomen was closed and bandaged, and he felt a little better. He wasn't sure for how long he'd been unconscious, but he knew one thing: somebody had saved him, and for that he was extremely grateful. He looked around him, he was in some sort of cave, wrapped in furs. T...
************************************************* Copyright Oggbashan December 2010 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. **************...