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A South African Lesbian Orgy

by Samuelx on Sep 12, 2017
Interracial Love

I simply love Black women. I think Black women are amazing. There, I said it. My name is Anne-Marie O'Neill. A young white woman of Irish descent with short dark brown hair and pale green eyes originally from the City of Boston, Massachusetts. Way down in the United States of America. At five-foot-ten, with short hair, tattoos and a cigarette always at hand,...

Dutch MILF In Johannesburg

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

Now that I'm close to retiring, I have lots of time on my hands. My name is Sharon Van Hoevell and I'm a librarian living in the City of Johannesburg, South Africa. The crown jewel of R.S.A. I was born on November 9, 1957 and have lived in the region of Gauteng for most of my life. I have lived through some of the most interesting times in the history of the...

The Essence Within Ch. 00

by soulwolf on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

Prologue The year is 2246; a yet unknown man comes to power in the country of Ethiopia. No one pays much attention to this, due to most countries in that part of the world being in a constant state of war. After the third and fourth world wars, Africa was ignored completely by the other countries of the world. The continent wasn't viewed as a threat because...

Michelle's Story Ch. 03

by dawn1958 on Sep 14, 2017
Interracial Love

Please email me with your comments or suggestions, as I appreciate readers when they take the time to email. This short story was written for a special person and I hope these fantasies excite and satisfy her. I receive many requests from loyal readers to do stories for them but it takes me weeks to do a story properly. After receiving this request from Mic...

Denisa & Black Boy + Voyeur

by gonzi2 on Sep 16, 2017
Loving Wives

Lady Denisa now had black lovers from three generations of the same family. The oldest at seventy was the most sexually accomplished. His son aged 39 was a crippled war hero who Denisa helped to relieve his sexual frustrations. Her favourite still though was Kenny at eighteen the son and grandson of the other two. He had been her regular lover at the airbase...

Lamia: Arab Vampire Queen

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
NonHuman

"Ma'am, are you alright?" came a voice, and I stared at the two uniformed men who stood a few meters from me, wondering why they felt the need to shine their flashlights in my face. I looked at them through dazed eyes, and smiled through bloodied lips. Oh, not my blood, I assure you. I fed on a vagrant earlier, and discarded him in a nearby dumpster. "Oh, I...

Futagen Z

by KaneX on Jan 25, 2021
Bisexual

Big Dicks, Betas and Bitches to fuck. What more does a Futa need? BACKGROUND An unknown pink mist covered the earth for 7 days. After this "Pink Mist" incident, the human genetic code changed, receiving additional Z and z chromosomes. The X and Y chromosomes continue to carry the female and male characteristics, but while girls are born with the...

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The Somali Vampire Empire

by Samuelx on Sep 2, 2017
Erotic Horror

The job of a good father is to take care of his offspring. No matter what. More and more I found myself pondering the meaning of this as I look back at deciding moments of my nine-thousand-year existence. I first saw the light of day in what would later be called Somalia, long before Islam, and the conflicts that follow wherever followers of that faith tread...

Black Vampire Genesis

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
NonHuman

There are a lot of things in this universe which are simply unexplained. Fortunately, what I am doesn't have to be one of them. You see, I am the First of my Kind. Throughout the ages, we've been called many things. Those who walk in darkness. Blood drinkers. Vampires. Night walkers. Many think of us as revenants, coming back from the dead to drink the blood...

As is, Where is, No Questions Asked

by Softly on Sep 12, 2017
Loving Wives

“Professor De Vries, a Mr. Wilson is calling for you on line four.” “Thank you, Joan.” Bob Wilson and I go way back. We were in first grade together. He now is the owner of Wilson Travel. I assumed that he was calling about some detail of my wife’s trip to Africa. “Hi, Bob, how is your golf game?” “Pretty good, John. I shot an eighty Saturday. Can I get...