I love the Black woman’s natural beauty. It is simply the best in the world. Kelvin Jean-Pierre is the name. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the town of Nepean, Province of Ontario. I recently graduated from Algonquin College, where I majored in Business Administration. I transferred to Carleton University and hope to get into the...
Note to the reader: This story contains heavy futanari/dickgirl/chicks with dicks on male action. This story additionally includes anal, tentacle plants, and urethral insertion, also known as sounding. If you don't like these themes, then this story is not for you. * His name was Jemidah, and he was supposed to be a sailor. Briefly, he even was a sailor, s...
Faye would always associate college with the smell of eucalyptus in late summer, the dusty dry of the campus, and that pale-yellow California sunshine. The fragrance had seemed cloying—almost suffocating—that first August, impossible to escape. It was kind of like how she felt about being in school. Faye had grown up in a college town herself, her mother tau...
Jennifer brushed her hand across Devin's neck as he looked closely at a pack of beef patties. He turned towards her, "Hmm?" "It's getting late. The moon will be rising soon after sunset tonight. We should get home," she said, glancing meaningfully at the storefront window. The light outside flared reddish orange as the sun hung low. Devin followed her gaze...
A loud bang startled me awake. The clock next to the bed glowed 2:24am. Another loud bang and the sound of breaking glass caused me to jump out of the bed. My heart was beating so hard with fright that I could feel it in my ears and in my half sleep state I realized someone was breaking into my home. I bolted for my closet, hoping to hide there, but before I...
Ever since our last get together, Arnold has been emailing me constantly hoping to meet for coffee, or lunch, or anything. How novel that a young male college student would want to see me again after I applied a strangle hold on his penis causing him to splash his spunk all over the sidewalk. And in the process of my performance on his erection, I was weari...
I know that I will receive endless condemnations for writing this. Especially from my fellow Muslims in the Ontario region of Canada. However, I must tell my truth and live my life. My name is Siman Labaan. I was born in the town of Bur Salah in the Mudug Region of Somaliland. My father Muhammad Qadir was of Saudi Arabian descent and my mother Aziza Labaan w...
It started as a bit of a mutual joke, I suppose, but as the realization that we were both talking about the possibility became more and more frequent, there grew an underlying, sexual tension that was palpable. Christina was a bartender at one of my favorite recreational stops, the Turf Club at one of the prominent casinos in Atlantic City. For those unacqu...
It should be made clear, before more words are seen, This story is littered with actions obscene The characters, hot, Some human, some not, But all are most certainly over eighteen This story's inferred from an unfounded rumor, Containing some elements sick as a tumor Like incest and porn, French, cuckolding, corn, Sci fi, Sue, cops, aliens, worst of all, h...
Even several days after Demetrius had left the kingdom of the Amazons, his ass still hurt. At night, he would dream of being rammed continuously by the beautiful Hippolyta's strapon, and would wake up hard, throbbing and twitching. It took at least a week before he could walk without pain, and it would be a month before the fire up his ass finally subsided....