Another day at school, another day in Hell. She walked through the halls of the university campus, surrounded by...them. Everywhere she looked, there they were. The mundane folk. Everyday humanity. Seven billion and counting. This campus was a microcosm of all of them. Girls in hijabs talking on their cellphones, black guys in sports coats, Asian guys with c...
The feel of his short but thick White dick sliding into my backdoor has me hypnotized. And I can't get enough of it. My name is Corral Lindenwood. A young Black woman of Somalian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. And I am that rare Somalian sister who is secretly addicted to White cock. Just ask my boyfriend/co-worker Sean Gelling if...
A big shout to my sister in arms Seidah for bringing this story to me, and then helping me write it. Reigniting my passion for writing, after suffering from a flood of abuse and death threats she helped regain my confidence and passion. I will publishing more stories from now on. I love you sis! This is a story that contains offensive language, and it incl...
"Jessica, get out here, now! We are so hard," He barks out in their thick Russian accents and I shudder and try to ignore him. Instead I look into the mirror and apply pink lipstick, I am trying to stay focus, but I can't help but wonder, how did I end up here? He screams again "Come on Jessica, be a good girl, I know you want it." A good girl, he says? Well...
Everyone's got that one fantasy that both excites and scares them. As a dominatrix, I make a lot of men and women's fantasies of dominance and submission come true. You name it, I've done it. Still, at the age of fifty one, I'd like to think that there are still quite a few things that I long to experience. I'm as human as you are, you know. I think even por...
After the wedding things returned to their previous routine, mostly. Carl went to his classes at the college. Mina went to translate for Lauren. After his classes Carl would visit Lauren at her compound, or alternatively Lauren would come to Carl's. The day after the wedding Carl went to visit Lauren for lunch at her place. They didn't talk about the weddi...
"Only a whore prefers Blacks, the good woman will welcome death rather than being touched by a Black man," that's part of the Arabic literature on racial relations between Africans and Arabs, and it stems from the earliest days of the supposedly egalitarian (racially speaking) Islamic faith. It explains why even though you will see lots of Arab men with Afri...
Hi guys, I've wanted to write an erotic story for a while and so here is my first attempt. Hope you guys like it. ****************** Growing up in England my parents where always very strict with me because they didn't want me to forget my religion and the life they envisioned for me. They wanted me to be their good little Muslim daughter and to live a sim...
Ash took a deep breath. For as good as life had been for the trainer, things were starting to become... stale. It felt as if he was stuck in a loop of sorts, unable to break free no matter what he did. "I just want a change." he thought, laying down in his bed. Sleep came quickly, with him unaware of what would await him come tomorrow.What's next?...
The following story is fiction, written purely for entertainment purposes and not based on any actual event. Please enjoy reading: "Jilnar Jardaly's Hot and Horny Fuckhouse" ***** "Two minutes till show time, Ms Jardaly!" said the young stagehand, who was poking his head in Jilnar's dressing room as she waited anxiously to make her American television de...