ONE The purity of a woman is like a diamond, an unmarked mirror of the perfect first flower of spring – something to be looked upon with pleasure, very deep pleasure that is so exquisitely deep. It's an intrinsic pleasure that money can't buy. Martin Church had that long-winded and self-righteous thought as he waited in the restuarant for his lunch order t...
Joe was singing as he prepared the evening meal. Blue dog was busy licking her plate clean, his cat was lying back displaying a full tummy and every thing was just great. Rachel was bringing some of their friend’s home. Joe had promised them a seafood feast fit for a king. He had scoured the fish markets for Prawns, Calamari, oysters, lobster, fresh fish...
Patiently Imam Ahmed Al-Sharif did his evening prayers inside the Mosque in southern Ottawa, Ontario. The older Black man knelt on the carpet and said a prayer to Allah. Beside him, several men and a couple of women prayed. This was a sight which would have shocked many in the Muslim world because men and women weren't supposed to pray in the same area accor...
Call me Miss A.M. because, well, that's what everyone calls me both at work and at home. My name is Ayaana Malik and I'm a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Calgary, Alberta. I recently graduated from the University of Alberta with a Master's degree in business administration. Presently I work as a manager for Magyar Auto Body, overse...
I guess sooner or later it had to happen. It had crept up on me, real sneaky like. I had been noticing these white, hardened patches starting to grow on my foreskin, exactly on the edge that protrudes the most when my dick is at rest. But I didn't think much of it. As a tennis pro I've had calluses on my hands and feet all my life. So I was used to that. You...
Master Tony picked up the pruning shears and playfully snipped them a half-inch in front of my nose, turned to my wrists and cut the pink and green plastic ties. It had been a difficult two-hour modeling session, bent over with my wrists bound to a ballet bar and my shorts pulled down below my knees. Aika snapped endless shots from different angles, whil...
For the avoidance of doubt, the following is a true story that describes the occasion when I lost my anal virginity - I was well into my twenties and the young masseuse I guess was about 20 or 21 years old. I was chatting online to someone the other day sharing experiences of losing our virginities. It was obvious, after a little while though, that we were...
"What did you just say?" "You heard. This connection isn't that bad." "No, please. Repeat it." "Okay. I said send me a naked selfie." There was silence on the line. "Look," I continued, "I'm on this trip for two weeks. I thought it would be fun." "For you." There was a hint of a chuckle in her voice. Some snarkiness, some sarcasm. "Well, for you too,...
After the wedding, we didn't move out from my mother's house as my salary is not enough to cover our expenses and since my wife is also not working. Mom allowed us to stay with her since she will be living alone if we move out. I had no issues with this as I save my expenses and on an off without my wife's knowledge I can suck mommy's dick and be fucked by...
The Studio delivered the shoot the next day at four-o-clock and Cassie spent the rest of the afternoon and evening locked in her office with the results. Scotty tapped on the glass panel beside her door several times but she waved him off. Bart had delivered all right! The deep crimson blush that suffused her cheeks when she first dumped the glossies onto he...