My name is Sundari Dharamveer. I was born in the beautiful City of Ludhiana, in the Indian State of Punjab. I recently transferred from the Punjab Engineering College in metropolitan Chandigarh, the Punjab State's best town, to Carleton University in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. Leaving my homeland of India for Canada hasn't been easy. However, w...
It was a lovely Friday afternoon in Barbados. After a very hectic week Alyssa sat at her desk putting the finishing touches on a summary of a 300 page report from the PWC consultants. As Compliance Manager, her department was getting ready to implement the ambitious change initiatives necessary to transform the organization. Looking out of the broad, tinted...
My name is Chiku; I am a beautiful black girl from Africa, Nigeria to be precise. When I was 19 years old, my family moved to England. This was a massive change in culture for a young, attractive African girl. Although educated and very well-versed in English, I had always revered English girls. My ancestors had told me stories of colonial life during the he...
All characters are 18 years old or older. Every spring as high school graduation approached, there were always a significant number of students who were "on the bubble" regarding grades and credit. The pressure would bear down upon them as parents, teachers and peers would apply various forms of pressure and motivation. Mr. Williams was a 12th Grade Engl...
"One is not born, but rather becomes, a woman. No biological, psychological, or economic fate determines the figure that the human female presents in society; it is civilization as a whole that produces this creature" ~Simone De Beauvior * A year ago, the nuances of this quote would have been lost upon me. There are people who think, there are people who d...
Our train pulled into Gare de Nord at twenty three twenty six local time. The platform swarmed with life as we disembarked, passengers intermingling with the always over excitable station employees. Elizabeth insisted on keeping her baggage, a bastard collection of handbag, shoulder satchel and small wheeled case. Not wishing to make a scene I indulged her b...
You walk into my studio and I can see that you are unsure, You are thinking about backing out, about turning around and leaving, but the tingle you feel in your core tells you that you'll stay. "Can I help you," I ask. "I'm, here for.... Pictures," you stumble over the words, feeling naughty, like a school girl that just learned about pleasure. "What kind...
Isabella De Carlo turned out to be as exotic as her name. True, she was drop dead gorgeous, but she was also aloof, mysterious and sensual. She spoke with an accent that was as ambiguous as her name; neither betrayed her ethnicity. She could have been Spanish, Italian, or Greek; there was no way of knowing. I could see how men would be attracted to her, had...
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I'm not gay I'm totally bisexual, Omar Ibrahim said aloud as he rode Khalid Hassan's cock while Fatoumatta Ismail sucked his hard dick. The big and tall young Somali man groaned as he felt his best buddy's cock impaling his ass. You've got a sweet ass, Khalid said wistfully as he thrust his cock deep inside Omar's ass. The three of them were going at it like...