My car was dead, so I called a cab. That's how it began. The driver who picked me up was attractive, clean shaven, and well dressed. As we headed toward my home, he made polite conversation. I was a little surprised by his intellect and manners, as most of the drivers I had seen before had seemed surly and unkempt. I looked at him more closely from the back...
Wendy had always been hot. Small and petite with an angelic face, she possessed all the qualities that make guys drool. Her skin was flawless and her body had all the right curves. Even her voice had that rare - innocent but sexual quality that could put a lump in your jeans just by listening to her talk. I often found myself daydreaming about her, imagining...
I couldn’t wait to talk with Beverly the next day and see how her husband reacted to her coming home with hard nipples. Luckily for me the company Beverly worked for had some Express Mail that needed to be delivered before noon, so I went over there. When I walked thru the door I saw Beverly in an office, so I headed there. I noticed a sign by the door stati...
I must admit that when I first met Hodan "Danni" Suleiman, the possibility that she might be a dominatrix never occurred to me. The prim and proper, hijab-wearing, short but cute Somali sister walking through the halls of Carleton University in her long skirt, with the Koran tucked under her arm seemed like the picture of Islamic feminine decency and respons...
Whose fault it is? Part II Loving wives, Interracial in one. ______________________________ This is a fiction and any resemblance of characters with any living being is regretted. One of my admirer had asked a story on these lines, so tried my hand at it. Still I remain an amateur writer, and seek your feedback. Please check first part before you start t...
Quickies can be fun, I thought to myself, but they can certainly get messy. What is it with us and malls, seriously? My name is Amina Alzahrani and I'm a young Saudi Arabian woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, with my African-American boyfriend Tyrone Ferguson. We met at the Galleria Mall in the City of Buffalo, New York, a year ago and were reunite...
Seriously, as much as I love men, sometimes they have completely unrealistic expectations of us women. We're not perfect and never claimed to be, but guys have yet to get the memo on that. How else would you explain my boo, my darling lover Tyrone Ferguson's reaction to me when I got up from his bed in the middle of the night to take a shit? My name is Ami...
Sometimes, I just got to get myself some solace. A respite from life's problems, you know? I was walking around the fields, being an unemployed farmer whose farm got taken in by some big industrial complex. Just a tall, heavyset Black man living in rural Georgia, circa 1970. My name is Jack Bradford. I was once a student at the University of Georgia. I playe...
Chapter 1 Blue Moon Tail swooshing and hips swaying, the curvy figure walked purposefully across the beach of Darkshore toward the night elf resting by the shore; quickly sitting up as she approached, he appeared visibly happy to be in her presence. Glowing amber eyes followed her cerulean visage as she straddled him, and lowered herself down. Blue arms flo...
Danielle's Pov: I can't believe that they actually thought I would be cool with having a party with people I don't even know. People who think that they know me, but have no idea who I am at all. "Oh my god you are so beautiful." "Oh she looks just like her mother." "Look at her glowing skin" "We're so happy to finally meet you." Those were just a few of th...