...We all slept soundly. I was amazingly tired from all of the carnal festivities of the previous evening. My wife kissed me softly. We made out as Chris soundly slept. My morning boner poked through the hole of my boxers, and my wife noticed and smiled. She placed her lovely hand around my shaft and we made out... I wanted so badly to jump Sunita. Never be...
Watching my Somali Muslim husband Omar Suleiman's soulful brown eyes, I smiled as I began sucking on Tyson Jacobsen's long and thick Caribbean dick. Omar Suleiman, a short, slender yet muscular, forty-something Black man of Somali descent with light brown skin and a cool bald pate, watches as I, his darling Somali-American wife, suck off another man. That's...
The perfect autumn day at work got even better. I mean I just got a raise and a promotion when the telephone rang. I was asked to meet with a headhunter to discuss a position with another company. The agent's office was within walking distance to my place of work. I stopped at my car in the garage to pick up my sport jacket. I walked the three blocks in th...
Thanks to TexanCowgirl for her editorial contribution. * I am a thirty-five year old male and I have been going to this particular hair salon in my town to get a haircut and shampoo for the last five years. My stylist's name is Alicia and all the time I have known her she has been married with one child. Alicia is about thirty years old and looks great. J...
This story is fictional. All persons depicted are over the age of 18. All names have been changed to protect identities. This is the sequel to my previous story. If you haven't already read it, you may want to. * *DISCLAIMER* This story DOES contain instances of shit, piss, and vomit. If you're not into that, DO NOT read this story. If you are into that,...
My name is Donar Jean-Baptiste and I'm a six-foot-tall, very voluptuous and sexy young black woman with dark brown skin, light brown eyes and long black hair. I've also got a big, round ghetto booty. Along with my large, perky breasts, it's one of many parts of me that drive men wild and make women green with envy. Yeah, I am fine-looking and I know it. I li...
I have always fantasized about meeting someone just like you at a bar. Being the sly one that you are, you arrange for a close girlfriend of yours to meet you at the same bar, the same time. Only, your plan is to arrive a little late. I’m the one in the black dress, sitting at the bar. My hair is down, and parted mostly in the middle, brown and naturally wav...
He hears her enter. He's already on the bed, heady with anticipation. The bedspread covers him, but he isn't wearing a stitch. He can't see; the light in her bedroom is too dim to make out anything beyond the steel footboard and his bare feet. He feels excitedly vulnerable. He is a small man, 125 pounds and barely over 5 and a half feet tall, and his short...
I was an 18-year-old virgin when I met Spencer. I worked in a coffee shop in the centre of town and I often noticed him in there. He was tall, about 6ft with big chocolate brown eyes, cropped dark blonde honey coloured hair and a smile that would make the most devoted of lesbians rethink their sexual orientation. I noticed that he came in regularly mostly...
The name is Stephen Victor. I'm a big and tall Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I moved here a little over three years ago from my native town of Cap-Haitien in the Republic of Haiti. I recently became a Permanent Resident of the Confederation of Canada. These days, I attend Carleton University and work part-tim...