A new country, a new life and new friends. "Hi," I stood up to introduce myself, "my name is Alice and I'm 19 years old." My turn was up and I took my seat, looking around I noticed there were only 4 males in my class. College life was definitely weird, but thankfully I wasn't the only dark skinned person in the class. Like I said before my name is Alice,...
When I was growing up my father took a job as a lawyer in a small Caribbean country with a large off-shore tax haven business. We lived an idyllic life with a beautiful house, pool, and plenty of domestic help. The population was 80% Afro-Caribbean with the remainder white and a smattering of Indians and other Asians. Everyone mostly got along with each othe...
As Salam Alaikum, people. My name is Khadija Adewale, and I'm a young Nigerian Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I am twenty six years old. I recently graduated from Carleton University with a bachelor's degree in sociology. Since I couldn't find any work in my major, I had to look elsewhere. That's how I ended up working at a Call Center i...
"Salaam, Raphael, how's life?" Ghada Al-Khusaibi said softly, as she walked up to the service desk, where Raphael stood, a forlorn look on his dark, handsome face. Standing six feet two inches tall, burly and broad-shouldered, Raphael Duchene was unique sexy in a way only Afro-Caribbean men could be. Hell, the brother made even the drab Walmart uniform look...
After a year of planning, the wedding, reception, brunches and more brunches were finally over. While it was an amazing couple of weeks, I was even more excited for the honeymoon to start than I had imagined. We were heading to the Caribbean for a week in a private villa with our own pool that overlooked the ocean, and we both desperately needed the break....
**** So different now from what it seemed Now life has killed the dream I dreamed. – I Dreamed a Dream, Les Misérables **** Summer 2015 – Somewhere in the Caribbean The redheaded, forty year-old lay on her stomach basking in the Caribbean sun. The smell of coconut suntan lotion wafted off of her as small beads of sweat slowly dripped down her sides. The...
The City of Montreal reminds me of home, for numerous reasons. Quebec is about as different from West Africa as can be, but with so many dark-skinned faces all around me, I feel at home. It's not easy being an African man in this world, and it's even harder to be an African blood sucker. I'm back in town after a long hiatus, and came home to the aftermath of...
I looked appraisingly around the hotel room checking for last minute jobs. My nervousness getting the better of me, I busied myself tidying things that don't need tidying. Let me explain, I'm 48 years old, a bbw, a big beautiful woman for those of you who don't know. I'm 5ft 8 tall weigh about 15 stones, have short red brown hair and I was standing in the m...
I won't lie to you. Times are hard. And sometimes when things get hard and you're isolating, life can become frustrating. Your outlet is limited. This will help. It's a piece of work that's designed to develop your role-playing skills at a time when the diversity of your sex life may be suffering. You'll need to root out a few costumes, learn some lines and...
To the reader: This is a nine-part story of erotic romance leading to graphic sex. If you're not into a lot of dialogue, and that's what successful relationships are all about, then you should read elsewhere. Also, if you are looking for a quick jerk-off tale, then this is not for you. I am so excited about my twelve days in the Caribbean that I started wri...