Watching that sexy Lebanese slut Aamina Farouk's big round ass and floppy tits jiggle as she sucks my cock and balls, I sighed in pleasure. My name is Fabien Lafontaine. Born and raised in the town of Montreal, Province of Quebec, to proud Haitian immigrant parents. I'm as Canadian as maple syrup, and just as delicious on your tongue. Just ask any of the fre...
(Georgia, 1838) "Its official," Daniel Ross spoke in bitter tones. "The removal is going to take place." "There's nothing that can be done?" Dani Ross, his sister asked. Her voice was resigned. She was as intelligent as she was beautiful and knew the answer already. I suppose she was hoping for some surprise that would change everything. "No. The so-calle...
I looked at the headline. DOLLAR IN FREE-FALL: NATION IS BANKRUPT. And I smiled sadly, having anticipated this very scenario and made plans for it. The administration, which had bungled every single thing it tried to handle (is there a term for the opposite of the Midas touch?), had ignored advice from people who knew what they were doing and had shoved th...
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Nothing gives me a sexual high as great as the one I get when I am competing against people, whether men or women. This may sound strange, especially coming from a man. Not just any man. I'm a six-foot-two, broad-shouldered, heavily muscled Black stud. I'm the kind of guy who doesn't take crap from anybody and I don't mind showing people what I've got. I've...
Chapter 3: The Museum Nicola had run upstairs after the incident with Tom's cum. She hadn't known what to do at the time, so she wiped most of it from her face before returning downstairs. Tom was stood in the kitchen looking sheepish, Natasha was on her knees wiping the remnants of his seed from his bare thighs. "Turn around," Natasha said, almost annoyed...
Laura McNallen was headed off to make the deal of a lifetime. She had inherited a family company that was one of thousands of beltway bandit concerns peddling tech of one degree of usefulness or another to US defense and clandestine branches. Being part of the constant graft as business, lobbiest as weapons crowd cost Laura any illusions about how her nation...
Chapter 3, "To walk and talk" The second day of the march dawned steamy and wet, the fiery orb glaring on the Marwerl steppes, illuminating the two warriors as they were settling for their second resting of the day. As Drerin went through his customary stretches preparing for their three vutcer training session which was the sole reason for the stop in the...
Persephone gently pushed Hades away and stepped back, his hands reluctantly sliding from her flesh. She turned and walked toward the gate behind her. Still on his knees, he stared enthralled at the coxinant twists of her retreating buttocks. His callipygian captor paused and looked back at him and gave one word. "Follow." Hades scrambled to his feet and was...
My name is Steve LaFleur. A big and tall young African-American man of Haitian descent living in the city of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born in the city of Boston, Massachusetts, in 1987. I've been living in Ottawa since 2009. I moved here because I had a scholarship offer from Carleton University. It's the only reason why I'm in Canada. The place re...