There is most certainly a relationship between power and eroticism in our society. And I think we all play our part in this continuity. How else do you explain some of the disturbingly erotic yet politically incorrect situations I keep getting into? My name is Monique Mont Coeur. I am a French Canadian woman born and raised in the City of Montreal, Province...
The City of Chennai, Capital of the State of Tamil Nadu, is a fairly conservative place, and it's been that way for eons. Among the peoples of the Republic of India, the Tamils, Kings of the South, have their own way of doing things and they don't bow down to the higher ups in New Delhi anymore than they did the British, generations earlier. It is simply not...
Katie's a hottie MILF who lives downstairs from me, about 48, blondish-gray hair, nice, tight little body with a great pair of legs. She wears shorts a lot and her gams are supple, creamy, a little muscular, and her ass is high and tight. I see her in the yard, working at raking or cutting the lawn, almost always in a low pair of leather, grungy work boots o...
Note to my readers: after a long absence, I've decided to continue this series. But now it is no longer told from David's point of view...these are Brad's other adventures, told from the view of the various other hot girls and guys he conquered! Let me just say that I had never really had a threesome before all this happened. I also can't say that I thought...
Achilles Johnson was a charming young man. Six feet two inches tall, good-looking and jet-black, he was close to being physically perfect. At Troy College, home to a student body of eight hundred girls and seven hundred and forty boys, more than half the females wanted a piece of him. Achilles is the football stud whom everybody worshiped. He's got the body...
She should have been mad. She should have thrown me out there and then. Instead my wife was disturbingly calm and reasoned. She was going to be worse than angry, she was going to get even. She was going to make sure I got what was coming to me for sleeping with that cute piece of ebony ass and that I would truly regret it. Although we were white, we lived r...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the persons, places, events, etc depicted within. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence. Featuring: Sop...
I have a little explaining and an apology to make. The last installment of The Society, called The Society part 4 was uploaded by mistake. If you are following this story you will find that the first part of this installment is very similar to part 4. Please take this story for what it is, parts 1 through 3 and then followed by this installment, part 5. Sorr...
I left the club early. No luck tonight in getting my ass laid. Where were all those hot young studs with their big swinging penises and cum-filled balls when you need them? I had dressed in my sluttiest gear. 6 inch 'fuck me' heels, fishnet stockings and a tight little leather dress. Heavy makeup. Long, thick false lashes to flutter at the boys. Long, sexy,...
Once upon a time, there was a young man named Malik Kufuor, who lived in the proud nation of Ghana, in the heart of West Africa. Six feet three inches tall, brawny, handsome and dark-skinned, Malik Kufuor was well-known for his intelligence, courage, kindness and bravery in his hometown of Kumasi. One day, Father Jefferson Lloyd, leader of the stalwart missi...