All the characters in this story are fictional; any resemblance to anyone alive, or dead is simply just uncanny. All characters in this story are 18 years or older. * Ryan sat down and watched Jessi and Becky helping Suzanne prepare for supper. Under Jessi's and Becky's t-shirts he could easily make out the outlines of their bras. 'That's a first for this...
This story, is in no way intended to offend any American Indian Culture. The characters, and the story, are strictly fiction. All rights are reserved. My hopes are that you enjoy reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please vote. I'm Jonathon, twenty years old, six feet tall, a hundred, and eighty pounds, and my hair, and beard are prematurely grey...
Alicia Chua was a pretty Singapore Chinese woman who worked as a Project Manager in the DSB Finance Center in Singapore. She was 33 years old with shoulder length bouncy hair and with a pretty smile. Her lips were full and slightly big but voluptuous. Her eyes were of the sparkling type and her face was that of an authentic Singapore Chinese type. Her skin w...
Lynn pulled up to the valet in front of the elegant hotel. Received her ticket from the young man and handed him her keys. He opened the trunk to her car and the bellhop immediately tended to her bags. Lynn reached in to the front seat and picked up the Dream Catcher. Its long white feathers with black tips, hung from the oval with leather strap webbing. G...
My name is Ajay and I'm a 22 year old Indian guy living in London. I'm a fairly good looking guy (for an Indian guy anyway) with an average body. I'd always been straight my whole life having dated mostly Indian women. But I'd always had a bit of an attraction to men. Something about being dominated by a strong muscular man had always appealed to me. This is...
Guys, I got a problem. I've been having these nightmares lately. In these nightmares, I'm enduring the worst kind of hell. I find myself tied up in a dark place, and there is this lady there. She's Black as midnight, clad in a red leather outfit, and lord is she cruel. The things she does to me are terrifying, and more than a little erotic. I'm tired of havi...
My job on that cattle drive had been simple. I was the hired gun. Oh it wasn't as obvious as the times I had been hired on to kill specific people. Nonetheless it was my position. The scout was an Indian and damned good at his job. My job was to ride along with him and make sure nobody killed him. I was also expected to hunt down rustlers. It would be nice i...
This can be read and enjoyed as a stand-alone story, but deeper character depth and the effects of the plots, rivalries, twists and turns of the Subcontinent Railway Sex Club will be found by reading the Indian Sex Club Story series. * My buttons shot across the room next as Vanya Chopra tore my shirt from my body and then pushed me back so that she could...
MilitiaHumper Presents: Rabbit, Off the Reservation! A Pipeline Protest Story. *********** Written for fun, not profit. To follow the sequence of the story see the publish dates in the index. *********** Let me tell you the fun part about Rabbit other than she can't be fucked enough. She's a hairy little bitch that doesn't shave her legs, armpits, or a...
Pat walked carefully through the wooded area. All his senses were fully alert. The ground was covered with dry leaves twigs and dead foliage. It was impossible to walk silently. Each footstep resulted in the crackle of dry material. It appeared to Pat that the area had not had a fire in several years. Fires on an almost yearly basis ravaged most areas in th...