There is no feeling quite like the one I get when I'm drilling my cock into the tight asshole of a big white woman. Which probably explains why I'm virtually addicted to it. Let's face it, the plump chicks in the hood are always acting bitchy because they desperately need some dick, preferably deep down where the sun doesn't shine, and they're not getting it...
Ah, college life. It's the greatest thing in the world, if you're lucky. Who am I? Justin Rodham. Bisexual African-American College Man Extraordinaire. A student at Magister College. It's a small private college located somewhere in New England. It was founded in 1987 by James Magister, a retired businessman and philanthropist. He intended Magister College t...
My name is Stacy Stuart, also known as Big Booty Stacy. I live in a small apartment in Brockton, Massachusetts. I was born in Brockton on November 9, 1978. I'm a Scorpio woman, for you Astrology buffs. I went to Brockton High School where I played Soccer and Softball, and later attended Massasoit Community College, where I earned my Associate's degree in Cri...
My name is Kassandra Joan Noorse. I am a tall, good-looking and chubby, large-breasted and big-bottomed young black woman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. Many people consider me to be a total bitch. And you know what? They're absolutely right. I am a bitch. A totally ghetto bitch. If you don't like it, sue me. Or better yet, kiss my fat black gh...
My name is Jericho Stanford. I'm a six-foot-tall and rather good-looking young black man living in rural Virginia. I am originally from New York, but ever since I won myself an academic scholarship to an elite Virginian school, I've been living there. The only thing I missed about New York was my boyfriend Manny. My tall, good-looking and well-endowed chocol...
I walk into the dimly lit warehouse, feet bare on the dusty ground. The crowd is gathered outside the cage, a 10' by 10' steel construction composed of a solid cieling, and inch thick bars spaced an inch and a half apart; A brutal thing meant to bring no comfort and harken back to the more primal or animalistic nature of man. I see men and women alike, well...
This story is written by both Dice Casden and Kristi as part of the D&K Universe ***** Outside of the WWF Superstars dressing room on the Saturday before No Mercy in October 2001, Stephanie McMahon-Helmsley is giving orders to the horny little she-devil Terri Runnels. "I should've used you the first time... but it doesn't matter... you know what I want......
"Alright, out with it. You don't seriously expect me to believe you flew halfway across the world just to deliver me fresh-baked cupcakes." Power Girl said it as she dabbed her lips with a napkin. "How'd you know!?" Supergirl demanded, flabbergasted. "Because no one does that. Except maybe Ms. Martian. She actually brought me some pretty gooey cookies last...
As Salam Alaikum, people. The name is Mariam Mourad, and I'm a young Arab-Canadian Muslim woman living in the City of Orleans, Ontario. I'm five-foot-eight, slim, with light bronze skin, brown eyes and long black hair. My parents, Ali and Amina Mourad moved to provincial Ontario from our ancestral hometown in Nabatieh, Republic of Lebanon, during the tenth s...
AUTHORS NOTE- This story is based on trips my wife and I made to Koversada, the largest and most fun nudist resort in the world. I think if you have been fortunate enough to visit, most of the events will ring true. My wife is quite promiscuous and although I have tried to recount all her entanglements, I am sure I have left something out. This story is ent...