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Black Love Never Dies

by Samuelx on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Older women occasionally like to get freaky too, ladies and gentlemen. Just because a woman is of a certain age doesn't mean that her sex drive and her need for romance and fun are gone. She must do her thing. Otherwise, she might as well be dead, you know? My name is Diane Hawthorne, and I'm fifty two years old. I stand five eleven inches tall, kind of curv...

The Newlin's, Marcie & Mark Pt. 12

by Grouchojim on Apr 22, 2019
Erotic Couplings

Stunning News for Mark Mark was still mortified the following day and called in sick rather than face his boss, Ezra DeZam. But DeZam surprised him, and came by his motel room to see how he was and to impart some important information to him. "Listen Mark, here in Monroe, some of us play it fast and loose. We have good reason for it. Other folks have tried...

The Wine Tasting

by JackFlash1959 on Sep 1, 2017
Group Sex

Author's note: This story starts out slow and is not your wham bam sex story (I have others that can do that for you). There is plenty of sex, but it takes a while to get into it! Enjoy! * Northern Virginia is barely on the map when it comes to wine tasting. The wine produced there is excellent but when it comes to tasting wine, the French countryside is K...

Mata Hairy Ch. 1

by belab on Sep 16, 2017
Fetish

Even though the cold war is over I still am attached to the special groups for covert intelligence. Since my mother immigrated from Iran and I have Iranian and other Middle Eastern connections I have been attached to the Middle East section. The boss called me that I needed to fly to Baghdad and recover some important papers regarding the latest arms build u...

Maimuna The Somali MILF Ch. 06

by Samuelx on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

What's up, people? I smile to myself as I greet before this way, instead of saying As Salam Alaikum, the typical Muslim greeting. I blame my lover Stefano Saint-Mathieu for that. The tall, burly and roughly handsome Haitian has a certain effect on me, what can I say? The things I do for love, I guess. My name is Maimuna Jibril and I'm a tall, curvy and sexy,...

Elvis's Number One Fan

by Baba8 on Sep 17, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

Elvis's Number One Fan- Or - Steam Cleaned The leading edge of the baby boomers is divided between Elvis fans and Beetle fans. My ex-wife was born in "46" right at the spear point. As a teenager she was Elvis's number one fan. She had seen every one of his "Sing and get the girl." movies. She had counted the pelvic thrusts in each film. I met her in a dri...

I Am Sir. I Am Master Ch. 01

by Iamsiriammaster on Sep 15, 2017
Novels and Novellas

It was six fifty six in the morning. A massive dark walnut conference table with supple chocolate leather seats on either side were the only furnishings in the room. Floor to ceiling windows provided an immense amount of shrouded tangerine light allowing us to watch the sun rise over the city right before our eyes. I sat across from Wilhem Cobbel. Wilhem was...

Arab Queen For Haitian King

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

Standing in front of the mirror, I look at myself. A Black-haired, bronze-skinned and brown-eyed lady stares back at me. The name is Mona Al-Mokhtar, and I'm a lady with a story to tell. I was born in the City of Baalbek in the Republic of Lebanon, and have lived in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario, for the past eleven years. I am forty two years old,...

Lebanese Christian Woman: Shine!

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

Even as I sit through yet another "multiculturalism and tolerance meeting" in downtown Ottawa, watching the Mayor reach out to the Muslim community after yet another Arab guy got locked up for honorably killing a 'westernized' Arab woman, I can't help but wonder at the naïve and exceedingly tolerant mindset of westerners. They have no idea what life is like...

Mad Dog - First Strike Ch. 04

by crimepunk on Jul 6, 2020
Novels and Novellas

4 - Hacked: When I left Bletchley meeting room the atmosphere in the bullpen, the bunker's open plan office, was different now to the way it had been earlier. The bunker was buzzing. Nervous tension made the air crackle with static electricity. There was, to use a technical term, a flap on. People were rushing from one cubicle to another like headless chic...