Tightly bound, with a long glass dildo sticking out of his ass, macho Somali-Canadian Muslim stud Ibrahim Kader was finally where he was born to be. For ages the six-foot-tall, masculine young Northeast African Muslim had been fighting his submissive urges, until someone taught him to accept himself. Ibrahim Kader, proud Muslim brother from Somalia, raised...
At this time of year we often lose sight of what is really important, BONING. I’d love your feedback and look forward to hearing from you all. Don’t forget to vote. ***** A few months ago I met this girl or I should say I saw this girl. She was gorgeous in every way imaginable. From her porcelain skin to her cherry red lips (top and bottom sets), she was s...
The woman sat on a camp stool, her face and shoulders drooped as if shouldering an oppressive weight, the expression on her face fragile and cold, almost bitterly so. She seemed preoccupied, almost as if lost in a daydream, as she chewed on the cap of a ballpoint pen. UN Peacekeepers in dry, dusty uniforms drifted around her like old smoke, as oblivious to h...
****Wonderful thanks to JustRex for his additions to this story. No pet could ever have asked for a more wonderful Master. All my love, Your Rose.**** PET I come home after a long day, stepping inside and closing the door behind me. Before I go any further, I slip off my boots and socks. I put both neatly inside the cubby off to the side of the entryway. N...
Marianna Vasquez-Anselmo looked at Peter Samson's sleeping form, and grinned. The tall, dark-skinned young man whom she affectionately referred to as her "Angelito Negro" or Black Angel, was asleep at last. Hard to believe that this loco American was the same guy she met eight months, when he barged into the Student Affairs Office at the Universidade Catolic...
It has been a while since I have posted anything and this story has been in the back of my mind for a while so here it is. All people are over the age of 18. Please vote at the end, using the stars. Any comments are welcome as well. Thanks and enjoy. ******** Arkansas, Donna It was Labor Day weekend of 1980, and I was back at Dad's hometown in Arkansas....
All human activity in India began early in the day for two reasons: one to escape the heat of the midday and two, the sheer volume of things that needed to be done each day. "Both these truths apply to me," thought Claire Baxter, as she stood motionless in the small garden of her rented bungalow practising her yoga, no matter how pressing matters were she...
this is for you Sara * * * * * For some bizarre reason, we were shopping for a car...an exotic sports car. I'm looking at you critically as you sit in something zoomy....a convertible Porsche, I think. The car is fuzzy in my mind, but you are crystal clear. You're wearing a green sweater, your arm draped over the door, chin resting on your forearm, smiling...
Confession: sex is my ultimate obsession. I think about sex with more frequency than a room full of teenage boys watching their first porno flick would. Every man I see, I wonder what his cock looks like. I wonder what they sound like when they come, breathy and low, loud and harsh, silently. I get a twinge in my pussy when I catch my fiancée masturbating...
Overhead the scattered clouds raced toward some destination that I couldn't see. I could follow them if I wanted, to the ends of the earth or wherever they those to stop and rain if it suited my fancy. It did not however. Rather let them go and fall where they may on what people they chose. So many other things were of much greater importance than a meaningl...