Like a lot of brothers out there, I love exotic girls. My favorites would have to be curvaceous ladies of the Lebanese persuasion, though. Don't ask me why but they're more fun than the others. My name is Saleh Osman and I was born in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, to a Djiboutian immigrant father and a French Canadian mother. My folks, Kader Osman and Stephan...
After their three day trip to the posh resort up the Florida coast, Michael noticed that his beautiful blonde mother acted a lot different. It seemed that Abby was a lot less lovey dovey and had changed into something else. The teenager couldn't quite figure it out but she was definitely a lot more slutty. She loved it when her son pulled her hair hard, call...
I was riding the subway across Seoul when I noticed this strait-laced older woman across the train sitting upright with her back arched and chin up. She was middle-aged and prim. Her blouse collar went all the way to the neck, like she was a 1660 Puritan. Her mind had to be all hopped up on Confucianism. She sat upright even as the subway car shook. Me? I wa...
"Lady, that big ass of yours is too damn good. I just can't get enough", I smiled to myself as I eased my manhood out of Halima Mahmoud's puckered asshole. Patting Halima's derriere gently, I sighed with pleasure and pulled off the condom. Lying on her back, stretching luxuriously on the king-sized bed, her curvaceous and magnificently bronzed body shining w...
"Jannah, what I'm trying to say is that I have dreams, and, ahem, fantasies of you tying me up, and spanking me, and more," Geraldo Guillaume said, and he looked at Jannah Karangwa expectantly. The six-foot-tall, curvy and sexy, forty-something, dreadlocked Rwandan-Canadian woman looked at him, and smiled faintly. When the burly young Haitian told her that h...
POV: London "It is good to have you and your son over, Sandra," I mentioned, stirring the pot. "We're practically best friends now, and don't forget my hubby, who is currently locked in your bedroom with your husband," she whined, strolling towards me with her arms crossed. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say they were having sex.&...
"Ah, the glamorous life of an exile," Najma Al-Duwaish Obaid thought to herself as she surveyed her neighborhood. Located in the heart of Vanier, Ontario, the two-story red brick building overlooked the nearby park that occupied much of Donald Street and bordered McArthur Avenue as well. Although the place was alright, all things considered, it was a far cry...
So, the life of a cab driver in a small city is obviously, quite boring. I live in a city of 75,000 people, and the majority of people have their own cars. Except of course, the less lucky of the population, who rely on cabs to get around. There ARE the occasional customer who is responsible enough to take a cab (if they're drunk, or expect to be sometime th...
Startled, she opened her eyes, sitting up quickly as she looked around for her clothing to cover her naked breasts. She was coming down rapidly from or orgasmic bliss that this man had just shown her. Where was that clapping coming from she wondered as she looked around for her t-shirt. Where did that damn thing go? She spied it hanging from a nearby bush an...
Lying next to his lover, Karim Teshome, Said Mahdi felt restless. Inside their house on Avenue Des Epinettes, deep in the Orleans suburb of the City of Ottawa, Ontario, all was quiet. Outside the house, the rain fell in thick droplets, not unusual since it was early October. A few hours ago, the two young men had a happy reunion. Karim finally returned from...