Rani was our maid servant. She belonged to a tribe that lived in a slum near our house. Like other tribal people, she could be distinguished from her physical features. She was dark, had a pub nose and had oily skin. In short, she was ugly. The women from Rani's slum usually worked as domestic helps in houses of people like us. We were educated and had a hig...
Shari wanted to take me on a tour of Ariel's big house. Ariel was talking to my girl friend, Mary, about a business project. Shari is Mary's best friend. And luscious looking. There were about 35-40 well to do black guests in Ariel's big beautiful house. I am white, 50, blue eyes and slim. There were a couple of other whites there, too. It was an older cr...
Night of Sex—180 West 81st Street, Apartment 5A Jerry yawned. He sat back on his old, comfortable couch. It was his first night as a free man—back from his year in prison. He had been released exactly 12 months after his unfair court judgement, along with his three closest friends: Elaine, Kramer and George. He was glad to be back—he had been lucky to hold...
This is the moment she's been waiting for. She's a huntress and she's hunting her prey. This beauty, her long back hair cascading down her back and almost in front of her eyes as she kneels down, watching him from a distance. She has spotted her mate in the distance, doing the same. She can barely resist the temptation of going over to him and having her wa...
Hi Rosie Webster here again. "I'm back," two short words that I had been waiting for, for almost a year. My ex boss and first lesbian lover, Carla Gordon was back in Manchester. As soon as I received the text, I called her and found out she was staying at the Hilton in town. She was going to be busy for a couple of days, but asked me to join her for drink...
I jam my key in the door and enter. Its dark, but I expected that, he said he wouldn't be home for a few hours. I just came in to relax, nap, and maybe find a bowl of Count Chocula. I close the door and lock it when I feel an arm around my neck, tight and restricting. I'm too shocked to yell. My hands fly to the unknown arm and pull at it trying to stop the...
"Manal, you're way too controlling," whispered my sub, Omar Jibril, as I raised his legs in the air, angled for the perfect position and gleefully pushed my strap-on dildo into his tight, cute ass. Once I penetrated him, Omar the macho Somali brother began singing a different tune, and I absolutely loved it. Omar looked at me and I saw a mixture of lust, ad...
It was the middle of the night and Elena was on her balcony looking out on to the stone courtyard with the large olive shade tree in the middle. There where no lights on in any rooms surrounding the courtyard as She was thinking of Zorro and ached inside for his return. Elena had not been with Zorro for several weeks, but she knew he was out because as the A...
Brett Butler looked at herself in the mirror. At the age of fifty three, she still looked good. Blonde-haired, blue-eyed and curvy. Blessed with Irish good looks that simply refused to fade. Unlike her star in the upside down world of Hollywood. That one faded so damn fast she went from being a household name to a nobody in no time. It had been so long since...
"Edouard, you thought church women were dull and boring, huh? Serves you right," Marie Rose Eustache said sharply as she looked at the big and tall young black man kneeling at her feet. Like a lot of Haitian men, Edouard LeRoi was full of himself, and while Marie Rose likes a confident man, cocky bastards got on her last nerve. Hence why she decided to teach...