Good Muslim sisters are supposed to be prim and proper, flawless in their behavior, pious in their demeanor and quietly serene in outward appearance. I think I was absent when they came up with that rule, for I certainly don't follow it. My name is Khava Dzhabrail, and I was born and raised in the City of Grozny, Republic of Chechnya. On November 8, 1990, I...
Every morning Charlotte's alarm clock goes off at 6 AM. She reaches over and shuts off the alarm, then lays there stretching a bit before venturing out into her apartment and into her bathroom to take her shower. Charlotte has a stereo in her bedroom that she turns on before she enters the bathroom. It suddenly blares some music, startling her, but it was ju...
I always considered myself fortunate to have a fabulous wife. Cecelia is a 32 year old feisty redhead all of 4-10 tall and 85 pounds with a tight hard little body and incredible 32D chest. At 33 and being 5-7 tall and 155 pounds she was more than enough woman for me. One night we were at a party and one of my buddies from work introduced one of his friends...
Shakira is a hard workin' thing, in constant motion at our workplace. She's a young, black woman with a sweet voice, a pleasing smile and well, there's no other way to put this, she's built like a brick shit house! Cute, short, but stacked and packed in all the right places. She's the color of dark chocolate and as I was soon to learn, just as delicious. Of...
As a man who was born in and raised in a multiethnic community here on the east coast, I have always been around and appreciated women of color. Whether this meant the Black women in our apartment building, the Puerto Rican women who shared desks with me in elementary school, the Persian women at the boarding school down the road from my high school, the sou...
We turned on the porno with all intentions to fuck to it. I had picked it out that morning at a small video store down the block on my way home from the grocery store. The title on the cover read "HOT RANDOM FUCKING". Needless to say, the title alone had made me pick it up. I planned to take a picture of it and send it to Jay, with the message: 'most unimagi...
Author's note: My first ever erotic lit, some of this stuff I wont even utter aloud, only on my head. So mucho feedback is required. Gracias. * "I can't believe you're going to do this" Carrie Giovanni said to her friend Kenya who was looking at her seriously with her hazel eyes unblinking. Kenya West looked around causing the outrageously large earrings s...
Robert Franklin had had enough. Enough of the bitching and the moaning, enough of the constant put-downs and enough of the humiliation. In short, He'd had enough of his wife! Over the past few months the phrase "fast-track" had been utilised often in Franklin's house. Fresh out of university, Franklin's young wife, Jennifer had recently embarked on what was...
After twenty years in exile, I returned to my native Nigeria, with my son Omar James and his mother, Afaf. In the old days, just like today, conflict between Christian and Muslim were at the forefront of national politics. It needn't be this way. I was born into a Christian family, and I firmly believed in the Lord Jesus Christ and the Gospel. While living i...
Looking at Lucas Boudreau and drinking in the eagerness and lust I saw on his handsome, I spread my shapely thighs teasingly, hiking up my long skirt and flashing just a hint of my crimson panties. In a teasing voice, I asked the tall, burly Haitian if he wanted a piece of me. "If you want it come and get it I'm ready for you," I said, grinning naughtily. F...