Hi kids, I'm a mini-camera. I observe and (in this quickie) decipher, I guess you can say, what I see: I'm attached to the upper wall of the uterus in Cantara's love patch. It feels from the mere touch on the front of the camera lens that it is hot in here- wettening too. (Luckily, this is all an illusion in the mind, so don't take it too seriously.) All o...
First of all, I want to say that I know how this sounds. I really do. There was a time when I didn't understand my desires. A time when I thought I needed my head examined. As a young Black man of Haitian descent living in North America, I have a certain image to maintain. Yet public image must give way to the truth that lies beneath. If you're scratching yo...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. *Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, utilizing Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned, expect to find mistakes. *.**.*.**.*.**.* Gordon and Donna King stared at Dr. Berkshire in disbelief. The man had just told them what no paren...
I would just like reiterate that this is not an erotic story. This is an account of my feelings around the death of WWE superstar Eddie Guerrero. In loving memory of Eddie Guerrero, 1967-2005. When I woke up on Sunday morning, I felt fine, normal. My fiancé walked into the room and asked me if I'd been to WWE.com yet, and I said that I hadn't. His face got...
The fan in the corner clacked as it spun lazily around. Damned thing never worked right since I hurled it across the office during the Spitzam case. I looked at the smoke rising from my cigarette sullenly. It drifted lazily up from my hand. I took another pull and left it sitting in the corner of my mouth as I turned my attention to the desk in front of me....
Legs cross-uncross in amber light, dress slipping away, creamy thighs glowing. I burn to touch her. I burn to taste her. Black dress, white skin, gold light. I may as well be the supplicant to this Goddess. Unworthy to breath the same air, let alone to be so close. To be so alone. She whispers in the darkness; "Touch me." Hold; a moment longer of this per...
I enjoy watching big and plump white women fucking big and tall black men in the ass with long and thick strap-on dildos. That's my favorite kind of porn. Interracial female domination. Is that a politically incorrect thing to say in this day and age? I don't know and in all honesty I must say that don't care. My name is Crystal Benoit, a big and tall, busty...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. *** *Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned. ***** Ezekiel 'Tuff' Richards looked at the sideline, looked at Coach...
"This is decidedly unpleasant..." Beatrice groaned. Lou sighed, looking up at the ceiling as he tried to let the headache that was filling his skull ease. But it was hard. The past three days, he had been doing nothing -- not enjoying his lovely wife, not reclining in the idle comfort of pastoral life aboard an interstellar starship, not even trying to thin...
My name is Thomas Jessel and I'm a big and tall, ruggedly handsome young black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I attend the University of Dale down in Boston. I'm one of many commuter students from neighboring Massachusetts towns who attend that school. It's a fairly decent institution. It's the setting of my current adventures. I'm a regi...