XII The Good Seed Molly & Mark 2071 There was no denying it. Molly had taken the death of her unborn child very badly. The shock of the loss sent her into a downward spiral of despondency and then depression. The inevitable result was that she lost her job. Her impressive academic qualifications notwithstanding, she was now no more useful to humanity than a...
By now, I trust that I require no introduction. Just in case you're new to reading about my exploits, I shall give you the rundown. The name is Stephen. Big and tall young Black man living in the Province of Ontario, Canada. My fans know me as The Hijab Hunter. Let me tell you about my latest victim, uh, encounter, I mean. I've had the pleasure of hooking up...
1 We deny differences between male and female sexualities because we mistake sameness for equality (and move farther from true equality than ever). 2 Stephen King once wrote: women think they understand male lust, and that's probably just as well for their sleep and peace of mind. If we stopped denying difference, countless women would suffer sleepless...
Smugglin' Sam and the Madam by Mackie 2006 © Did you ever hear the story about Sam the smuggler? It seems that Sam was a southerner, some even called him a southern gentleman. He was the pillar of his church, a deacon no less, a prosperous businessman in the community and a good family man. But he was also a successful smuggler. He lived in a nice litt...
I sit atop Ranima. Her pallu is spread out on the floor. She is smelling of sandalwood. And jasmine. I am still sobbing. And confused. I lower my head on to her right nipple. It is like a fig now. Swollen and comforting. I put it to my mouth and suck. She slowly removes my hand which is encircling her. She brings it to the front and places it below her left...
"Lady, that big ass of yours is too damn good. I just can't get enough", I smiled to myself as I eased my manhood out of Halima Mahmoud's puckered asshole. Patting Halima's derriere gently, I sighed with pleasure and pulled off the condom. Lying on her back, stretching luxuriously on the king-sized bed, her curvaceous and magnificently bronzed body shining w...
Sometimes I feel like such a hypocrite. As I sit on the OC Transpo bus, heading to Hurdman Station from the Meadowlands area of Ottawa, before beginning my long trek to the West End, I noticed a pair of blonde-haired white girls in short skirts and tank tops. These two golden beauties walked in and began to chat, and at one point they kissed, obviously to th...
My name is Trenton Ganger, and as a black man, I've had my share of pussy. I remember the first time, with one of those petite white girls they get to tutor the guys like me in high school. I was flunking Math, English, Spanish, you name it. I wanted to quit, but that school says no, no, you stay in the library after school and we'll send a tutor. I was expe...
1. Amy, her eyes cartoon blue, devil in a blue jogging suit blue, West palm white sky beach blue, a father who loved Churchill and George W., blue. Amy in her knee length skirt, adjusting herself in the mirror, while I squirmed in the moist bed, still sweaty from stank breath morning sex. Amy in her blue jogging shorts, stretching in front of the mirror, wh...
I am a world class poker player with the winnings to back up my claim. When I have the dice in my hand, craps is not really a game of chance. I am an expert marksman with a pistol, even off a fast draw. I have a black belt in kung-fu. Why yes, I do happen to make my living as a gambler. How did you ever guess? Due to the nature of my business and the dark,...