As she got home that night from work, she was tired. She was relaxed now. She badly needed a shower. It was a hot summer day outside that day. She was on a business trip to Florida. As the moon rose and the time went by even later, the mother felt a little frisky down under. While she was at work or even out and about, the mother knew she was getting checke...
My first initiation into the liberal culture of improving the Afro-american male integration into society through stress relief programmes such as AMIRAP and the strident feminist-driven attitudes of advancing minorities within society at the expense of the mainstream culture was in early 2000s. I was in my early-20s living in Oklahoma City, let's just say...
Amy and I had been married for just over a year, and a great year it had been. We just seemed like two halves of the same coin. We had similar interests, similar attitudes, it just seemed like we were meant to be together. Early on we had agreed that we would always treat each other the way we would like to be treated in a reverse situation. That made for an...
I woke up on Wednesday morning to the smell of coffee, alone. After a yawn and a healthy morning stretch I got up. My hand went right to my lower abdomen, a blissful warming feeling still inside. I stepped out to the living room to find the apartment empty. "Where did he go?" I asked myself. A to-go box and coffee sat on the table with a note. 'Eat Up'. So...
You were a bloodthirsty warmonger. Conflict was your bread, and carnage was your wine. You carved a path laden with corpses and entrails, all to feed your insatiable hunger for conquest. Your followers thousands strong, all fierce and loyal. Kings tremble when they hear your name, and peasants dare not utter it. A curse, a plague, a scourge upon the world. T...
Boarding first, John and Mike settled into their seats in the Business Class section of the 747. Mike looked around and it didn't look like any business class he'd seen before. Apart from a few empty executive seats at the windows, the large sofas in the middle of the compartment, and the mini-bar which was hardly mini, he had never seen a Business Class wit...
Jerome couldn't tell which side of consciousness he was on, dreaming or waking. Not that he cared. It was enough to have Cheyanne's willing softness in his arms again. She didn't resist when he pulled her closer. He sighed; she was so soft. His arms tightened around her. He groaned as her thighs bumped his erection. But she didn't seem to have done that on p...
"After Bar 69" is the second story in a series of four. It is drawn from experiences of a white American male nude art model, Tom, from Cleveland. He becomes a dirty naked sex-model publicly engaging in sex and rimming a naked black Jamaican female, Angela, in an open-to-the-public live-sex-peepshow on the Reeperbahn in Hamburg, Germany. Characters and place...
Alan was a senior in college and was attending a female basketball game with a couple of friends when suddenly a player was trying to catch the ball before it went out of bounds, she lost her balance and came tumbling right into Alan, they crashed to the floor and Alan lost consciousness! When the studious 22 yr. old awoke, he was on a table in the locker r...
Don't call me Mistress! That's not my name, you damn fool! I am your Ebony Goddess! Shaking my head, I smacked my sub's hairy Black ass as I thrust my strap-on dildo deeper inside of him. Macho man Frantz Marchand groaned as I continued stretching his ass. Hmm. I love fucking men in the ass with my strap-on dildo. Especially men of African descent. Frantz Ma...