Written by Keith Kilburn Co-Written by Kenya – Princess Koriand'r of Tamaran * * * * * * * * * * Disclaimer and Warning THIS IS AN ADULT THEMED PARODY OF DC 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 i...
My wife Grace stood next to me on the bridge over Lake Burley Griffin in Canberra, Australia, admiring the Captain Cook Memorial jets as they climbed high into the sky. "Thank you Tim for bringing us to this lovely city," I said. Beyond, reflected in the Lake, was the American-Australian Memorial. Behind and to our right was Capital Hill with its lovely Go...
I have a prodigious passion for African women. I love their style and elegance, but above all else I yearn for their beautiful black bodies. They are so eminently gorgeous and sexual that my cock stiffens whenever I see them in the street or imagine them in my mind. My sexual appreciation of African womanhood began at the age of eighteen. I had gone to sta...
CHAPTER 10 – THE BIG Y The clit in the crotch of the Nile. We started our time in Sudan with having our first row. It was about some silly little thing, so small and silly that I have forgotten what it was. Or, more honestly, so small and silly that I´m embarrassed enough to pretend that I have forgotten. Tina stomped off. "Don´t you fucking dare following...
The sun rose over the City of Paris, France, bathing the City of Lights in its golden haze. Salwa "Sal" Taher stretched luxuriously on the king-sized bed in the master bedroom of her rented townhouse in the plush Neuilly-Sur-Seine neighborhood. The young woman yawned, and then got up, and stood in front of the mirror, wearing only a coy smile on her lovely f...
Mary Lewis say it first – the flash of a white dress and the long tail of red hair. "Whatever is that?" she asked. Husband Calum put down his handle of beer, burped, and joined her at the window, peering into the gloom. "Whatever is what? "Oh, nothing, it must have been a piece of paper caught by the wind. "Let's go to bed and amuse ourselves by being in...
Chapter 3: Safari In all my time at The Academy, I have taken only one personal slave. I never meant to. If I could have it my way, I would never have something so personal, something so indulgent. But this was different. It struck me. The beauty of it, and the exotic nature of it. I always told myself this was a business, that it cannot be personal, and th...
Praise the Lord! Those words are always coming out of my boyfriend William Jean-Bertrand's mouth. Okay, I get it. He's a good Christian and all but I just don't get why he has to remind everybody of it. A lot of people look at Will and I and are really surprised that we're going out. Will is around five-foot-eleven, slim, with light brown skin, curly Black h...
They still called it the Friday Flower Club although it had long since given up on flower arranging. Marjorie suggested one day they should rename it the Saturday Sex Club, but that wasn't correct either; they never met on Saturdays when husbands were likely to be at home. There was nothing formal, no chairperson or secretary, no treasurer collecting member...
I was in my sitting room watching the latest video Tony had sent us from Australia. It seems he has become more and more accomplishes at making them. Each new DVD shows us something of their new life Down Under. My cousin, his wife, is shown to be very involved in her church, reviving it from the sleepiness it had sunk into in the years prior to their arriva...