Sweat coated my forehead as the sun burned high above. Being a Brit abroad, I wanted to be shirtless with a cold beer, but was instead forced to wear a dark funeral suit with black tie. It was the first time I had visited the small Island paradise that my wife of seven years grew up on. I had wanted to come earlier but my wife had always had reasons not to g...
Just because I'm an extremely tall and assertive woman doesn't automatically make me dominant in the bedroom, I calmly told Omar Yusuf as he sat across from me at a table inside the Saint Laurent Mall's crowded food court. I'm glad to hear it, the handsome young black man said, gently caressing my knee under the table. Let's go home, I told him, licking my l...
© 2012 Sal De Klerk, All Rights Reserved Authors Note: This is a long story, containing 10 chapters a prologue and epilogue. All chapters have been submitted and should be posted within a few days of each other. The idea for this story came from a story idea forum. Thank you janetsexy77! Warning: This story contains no sex. If you are looking for smut,...
So much laughter and fun filled the family's return trip from Melbourne that the time quickly passed. It was twilight as Andrew drove into the grounds of what he believed was his home and stopped, disoriented by the sight before him, unable to comprehend this was their driveway and their house. Fascinated, the family could only stare at the myriad fairy li...
Chapter 3 concluded: "Although she is now 34 Sally still enjoys an occasional session in front of the cameras but her story concludes, as far as we're concerned, with a favour for a young friend she met at a recent party." Chapter 4: The final chapter Ambar becomes a mother. It's now August 2014. Ambar, Veena (her mum) and Sally are in the Oxford hospita...
What's up, player? My name is Stephen. The Hijab Hunter. That's all I can tell you and as you read this story, you'll come to know why. I live in the Province of Ontario, Canada. I'm a young Black man of Haitian descent who led a pretty mundane life...until I became aware of a certain change deep within myself. My parents are staunch Catholics but I am a fir...
The looks on people's faces when they see me walking around with my boyfriend always amuse me. Apparently, there's some unwritten rule out there that Arab girls aren't supposed to date Black men. Sorry, I wasn't around when that rule got coined, so I don't feel the need to adhere to it. The name is Genevieve Abdullah, and I'm a young woman of Lebanese descen...
Black men are pathologically afraid of dominant women with strap-on dildos, it seems. My name is Rosa Thompson, and I'm a young woman of British descent living in the City of Toronto, province of Ontario. I moved there from my hometown of Gloucester in southwestern England. I attend the University of Toronto, where I major in Criminology. For fun I like to g...
Misha is fed up with being good; she'd very much like to be bad instead. Not awful, undermining all her hard work and diligent study had achieved, but please, just a little bit naughty. Far from the repressed Asian woman of out-dated stereotypes Misha was bought up in a liberal home where girl's educational attainment was encouraged by her parents, if not so...
Sometimes I feel like I was meant for other things. My name is Farduusa Ibrahim and I am a young black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Calgary, Alberta. I recently moved there from the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Last fall I graduated from Carleton University with a bachelor's degree in economics. I thought I would find work easily but somehow, I...