Meet Antoine Jean-Phillippe, a young black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Gatineau, Quebec. He's going through a hard time. It's not something which he can discuss with family or friends. Riding the 44 bus from Portage Station in Gatineau, Quebec, to the Rideau Shopping Center in Ottawa, Ontario, he looked out the window. Antoine thought about...
I frigging hate it when sluts fart while you're fucking them in the ass. For real. Take my latest slave for example. Cleopatra Jane Hamilton. Short and thick, light-skinned Black chick with Black hair and green eyes. Her daddy's White and her mama's Black. She was born and bred in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. One of those mixed-race women whose p...
Zinaat’s favourite pastime was shopping in high-end lingerie shops. Had been for years. Yet she had never really had anyone to wear it for. She just liked the look and the sense of being mischievous. Obviously, she didn’t tell the shop attendant back home she was single and frustrated. Instead, in the past Zinaat liked to tell the cashiers she was married to...
Just a few points: firstly this story is written in British-English so the spelling and grammar may well differ from that of the particular dialect in which you were educated. Secondly it contains descriptions of shemale-shemale sex and anal sex... If these are not to your taste then read no further. Thirdly it is a story and nothing here is real, it's al...
The Saints & Sinners Ball, Melbourne, Australia. This is billed as Australia's premier ball for those seeking kinky & outrageous happenings. On our evidence that claim is probably accurate. Balls are held four times a year. Single men are not allowed in. Bookings necessary. Anyone contemplating a trip Down Under should check the web site. This account is...
It was hot in the auditorium. Clare blew air up into her bangs to try to cool her down a little. Late September and an Indian summer. The weather matched her mood. The day felt frustrated. It needed a thunderstorm to clear the air. Clare felt she needed something to clear her mood too. It had been a tough few months. A lecturer in a college, with too many cl...
I had gone to bed a little groggy the night before, assisted by some Jim Beam and sheer fatigue, as I had worked one hell of a day at Winthrop and Associates, a top-notch advertising firm, before I got home for a Valentine's Day date with Shelly, my wife of just one year. The date had gone well, partly due to Shelly's giving nature, where she had actually co...
I got married 12 years before. Most guys select their wife for the reason he would love her or because she is beautiful. He could select her because she is rich or perhaps she is a famous. But even my wife had everything money, beauty and she is also a bit famous in the society. And she loved me very much. But these are NOT the reason I married her. I selec...
This chapter concludes Ginny's current tale. She asks that you read "Ginny's Witnesses, Chs. 4-6," as preparation for her big finish, and to vote! Please! Part 1 "Ginny, why didn't you tell me Sam was coming?" asked JJ. "Oh, you know, impulsive me!" I said, vapidly, trying to avoid the question. "You, yourself, told him we'd set him up in the film busine...
Since our moonlight skinny dip turned into a full sex swap of our partners, my wife Heidi and I had become even more intimate with Juan and his wife, Donna. We were already good friends when we became a sex foursome on that moonlight cruise to the isolated yacht anchorage on the coral reef, but now we were friends with benefits. In addition to Juan and me be...