LXXI Ivory Towers Mark & Molly 2075 There was much that was making Mark feel guilty. Here he was—a married man with a devoted wife with whom he'd lived for fourteen years and a delightful nine-year old daughter—now living every day of the week in Oxford: a two hour train journey from Islington. And this was all because his employer, Sig Mu Inc., Korea, need...
I'm not sure if this experience started my Femdom fixation but it certainly did bring it to fruition! When I was eighteen I stayed with an Iranian neighbor of ours while my parents went on a cruise. According to everyone they were good Muslims since the wife was always covered when she left the house. Therefore, my mother thought I was being left in a good r...
Hey, there. What's up? Kelvin James Guillot is the name, and I'm a young man living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. My father, Oscar Guillot, is Afro-Caribbean, originally from the island of Haiti, and my mother Jennifer Hughley is white, originally from the City of London, Ontario. I guess that makes me Haitian-Canadian. Cool. My folks met as students at Q...
Stereotypes. Everyone's got them. There are so many out there. Across races, genders, nationalities and religions. In North America, they believe blonde-haired White women are dumb sluts, that Asian girls are submissive, Black men are hyper sexual, Black women are always angry, Hispanic folks are lazy, White guys are perverted and Arabs are dangerous. Wow. W...
LOCATION: Somewhere in the Middle East, mainly Iraq ALIAS: Dana Fairweather a.k.a "Desert Fox" of US ARMY Search and Rescue My newest mission had me crossing enemy lines. With help from the U.S. Army, I had to go undercover to rescue an Army Reserve soldier, Capt. Doug Miller, who was kidnapped and attacked by a terrorist group similar to Al-Quaeda, the Al...
When the lights are off, there is no talking in the bed. If one were to speak to me, they would be met with either no response or a puzzled expression, the latter of which would be worse for it disrupts the mood. Instead, when we have sex, I would be able to tell what he was feeling by the vibrations that would transfer from his body to mine. My hand on his...
The story I am about to tell you is true. Names of people and places have been changed (OK, omitted - who am I kidding?) to protect (mostly) the innocent, but also the guilty. How am I sure it's true? You're going to have to trust me on this, but I heard the first-hand account from a person who has never lied to me in any way, shape, or form; and I have abso...
Hello, there. Lucifer Morningstar here. That's right, ladies and gentlemen. You're actually talking to the Devil himself. Relax, I'm not here to cause you any harm. Honest. Cross my heart and hope to die. Seriously, if I wanted you dead, you'd be dead and that's that. No, I'm here to set the record straight once and for all. You see, I've been the victim of...
By now, I trust that I require no introduction. Just in case you're new to reading about my exploits, I shall give you the rundown. The name is Stephen. Big and tall young Black man living in the Province of Ontario, Canada. My fans know me as The Hijab Hunter. Let me tell you about my latest victim, uh, encounter, I mean. I've had the pleasure of hooking up...
Rose (I) R. 1.0 15 August 1980 * I made the observation on the conference's second day, while sitting at lunch with the two other delegates from my school: Chrissy, whom I'd known since junior high; and Wally, with whom I currently shared a dorm room. Chrissy's slender, auburn haired roommate, Rose, sat with us. We'd already discussed how several of the a...