CHAPTER 1 Jesse Meets the Man of Her Life It was a hot day at Perth, as I boarded the plane bound for Brisbane. Walking down the corridor in the first class lounge I found my seat. Placing my hand baggage into the overhead compartment I settled down for the long flight. Ten minutes later a quiet voice disturbed my thoughts asking if she could get to her se...
I love to feel a woman quiver and moan from the attention of my tongue and mouth. Anything, anything at all that makes her squirm is my pleasure. But this time we break new ground and I find I am giving more than usual. I loved it! Tonight you have brought your black lover for us to share. I am heady with the thoughts of what is to come. As we start to plea...
As Erica looked out from the dais to the predominantly African crowd,she couldn't help but think back on how far her dream had come. She looked up to D'qwan, her owner, and felt nothing but pride and admiration. He too had come a long way from the nerdy law student she had found huddled in the library. He was a god now. Well, technically just the new preside...
People told me it would never work, but then people say a lot of things, don't they? These days a mixed marriage elicits very little response from others; people are more tolerant, more carefree, I guess just more apathetic. But thirty odd years ago things were very different. Since Corina and I grew up together in the same small town, neither of us had an...
My name is Samuel Clarence Marcelin, and I am a young man of African-American descent living in the City of Dubai, in the United Arab Emirates. Like many men the world over, I find Arab culture fascinating...especially the ladies of that culture. I came here at the behest of my employer, Magyar Ltd, a Hungarian-American civil engineering company that does a...
'One extra pint today - and double-cream!' Enoch crunched the scribbled note in his hand, put it in his pocket and grinned: Mrs. Howell was one of his favourite customers and he never let her down. Carefully, he twisted the solid brass handle and eased the heavy oak door aside, shushing it sternly when it creaked on its hinges. He looked over his shoulder,...
The car turns in a long shady drive towards the cottage. The cottage, I smile, is rather like a large house than what I pictured in my mind. It was a week ago when the courier brought this adventure. Tucked into a red envelope, neatly written was this address, day and time. I recognized the handwriting immediately. It belonged to my Master, my top, my Dom, m...
Twenty-First Installment in the "Latina" Series of Erotic Tales Hi, loyal Latina readers. It's me again, Frank. It has been a long time since you have heard from me directly, but you know about me from my wife's erotic stories of our truly hot love life. You might even remember that I wrote two of the early stories in the Latina series, "Latina's Husband" a...
The traditional rite of an autumn weekend is fast football, cold beer, and good friends. But Jim was not the kind of guy who enjoyed football. He was also not the kind of guy to swill gallons of cold beer. And he certainly didn't have many friends. Jim Handy was a young and promising architect who specialized in upscale residential buildings in the recently...
We also have been to the Bahamas a few times. They have no nudist beaches but we had found a few secluded spots where we did some sunbasing naked. We did play around a bid like we always do when we are naked. The difference this Time was that an old fisherman was strolling along the beach when he saw us. While walking slower, he was staring up the legs of...