All my life, I had the feeling that I was somehow wrong in being an angel. I'd always had certain desires that seemed strange for a celestial being. Even as a cherub, when I saw the Seraphim soaring upward ... my impulse was to go down! But finally, I thought I saw what part in the Lord's grand plan I was to play. No doubt, you've heard all about that ap...
Prolog: Because we are currently engaged in "Slavery by Syndication," it is difficult for modern man to assert his individuality. Adding to the dilemma of "socialization," we have a syndicated academia that strain to seduce capitalistic communism onto their current students -- which attempts to robotize young minds by creating a higher educational power (a...
So you call yourself pro-Black, a proud Muslim sister and Afro-centric and all that shit, but you still lust for White Christian flesh? I find that kind of funny. Ah, the many contradictions of Black Muslim women who secretly crave White Christian cock. My name is David James Lincolnshire, and I'm a young Englishman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of...
The name is Mitchell Saint James. This here is the story of what I've done. I am a district attorney working for the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. A six-foot-one, lean and black-haired, green-eyed Caucasian male of English and Norwegian descent in his early thirties. By day, I lead a normal life in most aspects. Just a single heterosexual white male profe...
Denise and Mike were in the middle of a quiet meal, by themselves, at their favorite Italian Restaurant. Their daughter was on the way to her grandmothers and their son was at work in a nearby Japanese restaurant. The evening had been uneventful with Denise's salad and Mike's minestrone soup acting as nice appetizers for their main course. The service that n...
The name is Gunnery Jackson Gustave. My friends call me Gunn or Mr. G. The name Gunnery tends to give people pause because it sounds unusual. I don't know what the big deal is. What's in a name anyway? Oh, well. Anyhow, I am a tall and ruggedly handsome, newly out bisexual black man of Haitian-American descent in his early forties with some time to kill and...
My bout with prostate cancer has mostly been an ordeal to endure. There were a couple of bright spots, including laying spread eagle in the stirrups for a trans-urethral ultrasound, a nurse named Beth making adjustments to the rubber hose hanging out the end of my cock while she took in the view before she started the procedure. And there was also this inc...
This is the final chapter following Jennys DVD and Jenny and Carol. All characters are over 18. This is a work of fiction. * He arrived at Carol's town house at the appointed time holding a bottle of white wine and a bunch of flowers. Carol looked great in a pair of tight fitting jeans, low heels and a shimmery pink top, low cut in front with spaghetti str...
Karen and I had been dating for about 2 or 3 months at this stage. Karen, a beautiful brunette with a flat stomach decorated by a pretty belly button piercing would end up being my first proper love and long term girlfriend. She had deep brown eyes to compliment her hair. She was thin with an hour glass figure, with full perky 32 D breasts that could only...
Paul loved his wife, Phoebe. He loved her quick wit and high intelligence. He loved her bright brown eyes. He loved her long, brown hair and her athletic body. He loved the way she kept herself nice for him. He loved her easy smile and her southern drawl. And best of all, Phoebe loved to fuck, and wanted her pussy filled every night Paul was home. So why was...