Little girl, little girl In your cloak of scarlet red Do you mean to raise the desire in my eyes? Little girl, little girl. What little seductive thoughts Do you hide behind that seemingly innocent guise? Little girl, little girl Do you know the things you do. Through darkened woods, as you skip alone Little girl little girl, Do you see me in the s...
In the basement of Ibrahim Tesfaye's townhouse in the plush Barrhaven suburb of Ottawa, Ontario, things were definitely heating up. For once, Master T had a real challenge on his hands, and he relished the thought of showing Sholonda Jackson a thing or two about East African Muslim masculinity, BDSM-style. Tonight, he was having some fun with the feisty youn...
Meet Malcolm Sithole, a young Black man who is at something of a crossroads in his life. Malcolm is having a grand old time in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Sure, the brother misses his family and friends in the town of Soweto, South Africa, but he loves the Canadian Capital. Ottawa has a lot to offer an adventurous and outgoing young man like Malcolm, and he...
Dedicated to my wife's grandma. (Not enough of this story is fiction). Thanks to BarBar for helping me with the plot and characterisation, and to James E. Henry for editing. This story is vastly improved because of their assistance. ------------------------------- Steph grimaced as she peered into her grandmother's room and wondered, once again, just what...
(Author's note: this story is partly about the "girl cooking" fetish which to me is both hilarious and sexy but if it turns you off, this is your warning to stop here. Otherwise, I hope you like it.) Two weeks after my 18th birthday Daddy ran off with his secretary and I moved in with his parents, my Grandpa Abner and Grandma Lucy. Mom came right after...
"There is a striking resemblance between the act of love and the ministrations of a torturer." -Angela Carter *** "Why does the wolf eat Grandma first?" The question floated out of Angela's mouth before she realized what she was saying and hung in the air, pregnant with possibilities. Nicolas wiped his mouth with a red-checked napkin and raised an eyebro...
This is the first part of a project I have been working on. Enjoy. The sensation of being smothered wouldn’t go away. I forced my heavy eye lids open and rapidly realised that my face was pressed into soft, fragrant flesh. As consciousness returned, I was startled to feel a heavy weight over my stomach. An arm was behind the back of my head pressing it into...
"Master Onyx, you're not doing shit," Sholonda Odoms said tauntingly as her Master, Floyd Denton A.K.A. Master Onyx, bent her over the kitchen table and spanked the hell out of her thick Black bubble butt. Outside the south-side Atlanta townhouse, a fierce winter storm raged. Winter had come to the City of Atlanta, Georgia, in full force, right in time for t...
This is my first contribution. My native language is not English. Please bear over with mistakes and clumsy sentences. Saturday 15.6. 22.00 - Please, Christian. You haven't done it to me in a week. She bit her lower lip, as she tended to do when she was unsure of herself. For the first time in our relationship I had an akward feeling that the chemistry...
* * * * * (This story is read by Bamagirl (Deb), Thanks Deb) Click Here to listen to Bamagirl read the story. (20 min/RealMedia) You need the free Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * They run through the cornfields darting and sprinting. Dodging each other's grabs and playful slaps. Sue Ann, "Squealed," as Luke grazed her arm with a diving gras...