Written by Cake Daddy Betaread by Kenya-Princess Koriand'r of Tamaran * * * * * * * * * * Disclaimer and Warning THIS IS AN ADULT THEMED PARODY OF MARVEL COMICS CHARACTERS!!! This story contains sexually explicit material and situations between consenting adults. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, are under the age of 18, or it is ille...
It had been a busy day at the office and I was glad to be home albeit for a short respite. I was due at the product launch for a client in about two hours. As I opened the door, I was delighted to see a small package with my name on it lying on the table. There was a Japanese stamp on it and I knew it had to be from my beautiful Japanese lover. I excitedly...
Chapter 36 The mists slowly rolled back, and he gasped as the pain lanced through him. He tried to focus his eyes, his mouth seemed full of ashes. He stared up at a figure with a naval shirt on as the figure bent over him. The face smiled and lifted his head to drink from a glass, the water seemed the best drink he had ever had. He saw the lips moving and s...
"Bob, where in hell are you? Baba has gone out, he'll be all the way in Khatt till tomorrow afternoon, bring your sexy Kenyan ass over," read the text message from Majida Zarawani. Someone's definitely horny, Robert Lotodo thought, wryly amused. Majida contacting him this late in the work day was more of an unexpected pleasure than a distraction. Knowing ho...
We stood side by side in the dim lights beside the canal. The pastor intoned the sacred words from his red book, solemnising the union that had started as a liaison many years before on a different continent. Had I listened to the backward opinions around me, I would never have arrived at this moment. Let me tell you something about that. I was born in Rwan...
Chapter 8 Private Mario Frabitzy was tired and cold, he had an hour left of guard duty, then he could return to the warmth of the guard house. He saw the faint lights of the convoy descending the escarpment road. Must be more provisions for the bloody Germans he thought. He moved to the other side of barrier unbuttoning his trousers to relieve himself. In...
We've all been part of those conversations where the question is asked, "So what country did your ancestors come from?" Of course we are supposed to say they are from Kenya or Germany, perhaps India or Mexico. The truth is I don't know. I have a wandering spirit that I suspect I got from my ancestors. So I see my past rooted in a handsome man from Spain, a p...
Nubia Diallo is a newcomer to the BDSM scene of Ottawa, Ontario, and the young woman finds it sorely lacking. The BDSM is lily-White, and its lack of diversity almost offends Nubia Diallo's sensibilities. The creepy old White dudes who make up the bulk of the local BDSM scene don't impress her much. Nubia Diallo decided to rally the Black men and Black women...
Note: This story was submitted in late March, but has nothing to do with April Fool's Day. Anyone portrayed having sex is over eighteen. This is fiction; as always, all characters and events, etc. are figments of our imagination and have no connection to any living or dead persons, or true events. In other words, we repeat - this is all fiction. Jenny and...
"There goes the neighborhood," said Wendy looking out the window. Stan looked up from his dinner. His six foot tall, buxom blonde wife was framed in the sunlight staring out the window. She could have joined the Swedish bikini team she was so beautiful and stacked, everyday he was reminded of how lucky he was and today with the sunlight shining on her was n...