"My name is Hana Al-Zaghab," said the short, curvy, Hijab-wearing young Arab woman, smiling faintly. Ottawa Police Constable Rupert James Sherman nodded gently, and noted this on his pad. In spite of the ordeal she'd just gone through, as evidenced by her bruised face, the young woman looked sturdy and dignified. Attacks on racial minorities, especially Musl...
There he was, tight jeans, Pizza bag in hand, and eyes as wide as the Grand Canyon. They wandered up and down my body, inspecting every inch of me. Was I coming off too strong? Was I dressed to scantily clad? I hope he doesn't think I'm a whore. "Well hello there..." he started to say but was interrupted by me grabbing his belt buckle and pulling him in my...
Besides being a take-off from the great stories "Letters to Mother" by LKWRITER, the following letters from a different daughter to a different mom also draws on the inspiration of CDE. Dear Mom, I'm sorry I haven't written you for a while, but I've been busy. Really, so much has happened, I hardly know how to begin. Of course I do know how: with the nigh...
"Roll over, I want to see that ass." Jeron demanded. I happily obliged. I rolled onto my hands and knees and stuck my ass out towards Jeron. "What, you want to see this little thing?" I asked him playfully. SMACK. He smacked my ass so hard, the sound literally echoed off the walls. The sting brought tears to my eyes. I took a deep breath and held it in whi...
"Back in Afghanistan, I was a teacher, here I am stocking shelves at Provigo," Sawsan Ghobar said to herself, and the tall, curvaceous gal shook her head while placing cans of juice on the shelf. Under her Provigo uniform, Sawsan wore a long-sleeved blue sweatshirt and yoga pants. Once upon a time, while adhering to the cultural norms of her native Afghanist...
A few months ago my wife and I placed an online ad for a "well-endowed black man." Of course we were inundated with replies, but eventually decided to meet a few in person at a local bar. The first few were real duds. We thanked them for meeting us and parted ways. We were about to give up on our adventure, when we met Jaymes. He's been our fantasy come aliv...
It was Bill's arms that I noticed first. Tattooed, muscular, solid, dark chocolate. I knew my curves would fit in them and I'd melt. Into a puddle. Like the one between my thighs whenever I looked at him, whenever his kind eyes made contact with mine. I remember the first time we met. He shook my hand and I was in awe of his strength, his warmth. Even thoug...
**Interracial cuck/submissive male themes.** *** It was Friday afternoon, 4:59PM, I was just about to clock out of work for the weekend. Tonight, like every Friday night, was date night. Usually we would hit a local bar or club for drinks then come home and fuck, but recently I had decided to spice up date night once a month by proposing a wager. We had...
This was the last thing we wanted to happen. And neither of us will admit to the other how we ended up here, but neither of us want to go back. At least I don't think we do. We have six weeks to figure it out. It all started at the bar last month, just Maggie and me having a drink waiting for our table. We come to this hotel restaurant all the time, and we...
Everyone in this story is over the age of 18. It took six years but I finally finish the last chapter of The Shoot. Hope everyone enjoys. And if you're not familiar with the models I mention in the story, please Google them. You'll get a better understanding on how large Charlene's breasts are. ***** "Welcome to DAMSEL, my fashion magazine," announced the...