*This story uses characters created for and owned by Jay Ward Productions and is unauthorized.* * "Peabody here (dog genius), and this is my boy Sherman. Say hello, Sherman." "Hello," said Sherman. "Where and when are we going today, Mr. Peabody?" "Set the Wayback Machine for Cairo, Egypt and the year 1916, Sherman. We're off to visit Lt. T. E. Lawrence...
After reading Toxico's essay I felt it needed a response of far more than what one could squeeze into the comments sections. The essay seems filled with misconceptions about America. Let us start with racial issue. Does racism exist in America? Yes, it does but so does it most everywhere. Look at the riots in France by Muslim youths over their treatment by...
This is the beginning of a series written as a follow-up to my story Parts of Desire. I believe the new chapters will work collectively as a standalone, though they'll make more sense if you read the original story (now Chapter 1) first. Thanks to Ravenna933 for serving as my editor. Every one of her suggestions made this story stronger. * I felt the g-f...
As I close my eyes for a second, I flash back to an extremely lucid vision from my past. Sania is kneeling naked in front of me. Her huge, beautiful dark eyes are in piercing, mischievous contact with mine. Half of my rapidly re-hardening cock is inside her full, soft lips. She is sucking it clean of the remnants of cum from our recent fuck, as her soft righ...
Elena Machado had excelled in her Ju-Jitsu class. She was hands down the best female student ever to come out of the school. Her instructor Mario Polanki had begged her to start competing but she had taken up the sport for her job. It wasn't the job Elena would have chosen if given a choice but her lack of English skills had kept her out of the police acade...
"Imran, you should have been honest with me," Pooja Bawa said, looking somewhat reproachfully at her husband of twenty years. Imran Sheikh took a deep breath and looked at Pooja, the lovely woman who'd shared his life and his bed for more than two decades. He'd been in love with her ever since they met at Chandigarh University in the Mohali District of Punja...
Gary Jean-Renald lay on the bed, panting. Standing over him, Mistress Stella Aziz stroked her strap-on dildo and smiled smugly. The moment of truth had come. Time for Gary to lose his virginity. Mistress Stella raised the handsome Black stud's legs in the air and spread his ass cheeks wide open. Gently, she applied lubricant all over his anus before pushing...
"Yassin, bring your ass back to bed," I call out to my husband Yvon "Yassin" LeConte. I'm badly in need of, well, him, after coming home from hard day at work. I work for the Ontario Ministry of Community Safety & Correctional Services as a corrections officer. Today was particularly grueling because we had a mini-riot, but we managed to restore order befo...
Raphael Dorval leaned back on his chair inside the Carleton University library, sighing deeply. The last day of July 2012 and he was still a thousand dollars short for the classes he wanted to take come September 2012. He was going to have to hustle in the month of August, for real. Life wasn't easy in the City of Ottawa these days, if it ever was. The big a...
Folks, I think I am an addict. Simply put, I am addicted to Somali booty. I think Somali women have the best butts in the world. Right now, I'm thrusting my long and thick, uncircumcised Black dick into the asshole of a sexy Somali chick named Farah Ahmed and I'm having the time of my life. The name is Devlin Saint-Augustin. A big and tall young Black man of...