To all the people who are reading this- THANK YOU. I am so sorry this on has takn so long! The next few chapters will come allot faster now that I have a wonderful editor- Sheryl- who was able to waft through the grammar errors and mak sense of my madness. Thank you Sheryl- you are amazing! Please keep commenting and voting- I love that you all care enough a...
"I can heartily and sincerely say that I truly love Islam, the beautiful faith that I was born into, but the behavior of my fellow Muslims completely disgusts me sometimes," I said to my reflection as I got ready for my midweek date with my fiancé Bruno "Ismail" Ishmael Dorvil, the young Haitian Muslim gentleman I consider to be the love of my life. I looked...
The author and Annie are just back from Cape d'Agde with some wonderful experiences that will be included in some future chapters. In the meantime we left off with... * Jr., at the rear of the group, looked back to see his mother, lying in the sun and smearing their amalgam of cum over her body. She does take good care of her skin he thought as she gathere...
The knock on his door came just as the clock struck nine. It was shaping up to be a very interesting night already. Jake was very pleased, and very, very nervous. He made sure not to let either emotion show on his face, but rather maintained a controlled nonchalance as he opened the door to his visitor. The girl stood in a humbled position before him on th...
The last in the series, there are a few things about the series I am not totally happy with. If anyone feels like helping me with some editing please let me know. In particular, I would like help in developing how different characters express themselves so they are not so samey. * The first time I saw him, he made me cry my eyes out and we hadn’t even spok...
"I date and fuck who I want, tradition be damned," said Simran Kaur, and the five-foot-ten, curvaceous young Sikh Indian woman began browsing online profiles. Sitting in her apartment in Vanier, Simran looked for something to spice up her dreary existence. After all, Simran is in college and what better time for a young woman to explore life, adventure and o...
When my two best friends and I decided to make an annual tradition of taking a week-long camping in Oconee National Forest together with our wives, we had no idea how much fun it would end up being. We were as different as three white guys from the suburbs can be, but having been friends since kindergarten, we were as close as brothers. Nick was tall, blond...
I have sometimes wondered, many years after the event, what made Swati & I do what we did. Or rather, what made her do what she did, since what I did was perhaps no different from what any other nineteen year old boy with raging hormones would have done, given the opportunity. Swati was after all a recently married Indian woman in an age when female ad...
It's not everyone's cup of tea. You only have to read some of the comments posted to stories of wife sharing to see that. There are stories of incest on this site, reluctance, gay, bestiality etc. These are not my thing but I don't read them so it doesn't bother me. I'm not into S&M either but hey, what consenting adults do is their own business. This story...
Tessa C did a great job of editing. On the day of the carnival Melanie got a further surprise: The carnival costumes were even skimpier than the practice ones. The skirt sat so low on her hips that she worried it might show the top of her buttocks; the waistband was barely above her pubic bone. The top was more like a halter-top, cut very low. Her areolas w...