What's up, people? Charles Ampadu here. I'm a black man living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, although I originally come from the City of Tamale, in the northern side of the Republic of Ghana. I studied engineering at the University of Ottawa and presently work for the Canadian government. I have a wicked hot story to share with you, kind folks. My wife Lo...
I had just pulled up to Click’s when I saw her. She stood about five feet five inches tall and looked like a personal trainer. Black boots, black stretch pants and a brown top. All in all a very nice show, what made it even better was that the clothing was stretched to accommodate her slim figure. She had her hair back in plaits. All in all a very nice packa...
She sat there quietly, looking down at the floor as her Master paced, back and forth. She could see the veins on his neck, the red in his face and every time he stopped and began to speak, his voice would begin to rise, he would stammer over his words, get quiet and go back to pacing. For the first time she was afraid, she had not meant to make her Master m...
"So, that's the kind of shit a militant, Afro-sporting, fist-pumping and Dashiki-wearing brother looks at when he thinks there's no one around," Sasha Thompson said, smirking, as she caught her nemesis, Taylor Brown, watching interracial BDSM porn on his computer at a quiet corner of the Carleton University library, one fine Sunday evening. The big and tall...
Is there anything more wonderful and wicked than being a bisexual guy? I honestly don't think so. My name is Stephen Valentino and I'm a big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I study Law at Carleton University. Let me give you a rundown of how I spent the thanksgiving weekend in mid-October of this year. This...
“Kitten?” “Yes Master?” I replied dreamily, letting the rich tones of your voice wash over me as I lay in your arms. “I have a task for you to carry out today.” I could hear the playfulness in your voice, and I opened my eyes and turned my face up towards yours. “You have?” I held your dark gaze with my own. “While you shower I’m going to lay out your cl...
The key turned in the lock and she let out a soft sigh as she tossed her keys on the table. Reaching up and pulling the clip from her hair, she ran her hand through it to loosen it...longing to feel His hand doing the same thing. She kicked off her shoes, bent to pick them up, then padded softly into the bedroom. Her clothes became a trail to the bathroom as...
His hand is in my hair, softly tugging my head backwards. His warm mouth plays at my ear. Sliding my shirt up......he quickly slips his hand under my lacey bra, the work-roughened texture rubbing against my soft skin. Cupping my breast with his hand, he pulls firmly on the exposed nipple. I moan quietly and a gasp escapes from my lips....this excites him mor...
Silence. That's the one thing I hadn't expected when I asked my wife, "So what are you saying, you want a divorce?" 'Of course not', or 'don't be silly' was what I had expected to hear. I looked at Tonya, my jaw dropping. "Are you serious?" She looked down, her long red hair hiding her face. "I -- haven't been happy for a while now, Eric." "But what ab...
So there She lay, against his warm chest, enjoying the lingering pleasure from Her most recent orgasm. His arms were still comfortably bound, as Her plans for him were not yet done. She slowly pulled away from him, Her hair brushing over his face and chest…teasing him. She gracefully walked Her naked body across the room. he was trying to watch Her actions,...