She was young, white, married, and a student at a large southwestern university. Having helped her husband get his degree, now it was her turn and she was busily cramming as much into as short a time as possible to finish her degree. This semester she was required to take a philosophy course to meet the requirements for graduation. As she settled in the clas...
When most people think of Lebanese women, in those rare moments they bother remembering us lovely eastern ladies, they think we're ultra-conservative and repressed, whether we're Christian or Muslim. Me? I'm the one Lebanese chick who breaks the mold. I'm the wild one. I was born in the town of Hasbeya in the Republic of Lebanon, but raised in the City of Ot...
The day the man known as Yarn walked into the town of Baalbek, Republic of Lebanon, Zainab Al-Baabur's world would never the same. Oh, the young Lebanese woman had seen African men before. However, Thomas Yarn didn't carry himself like the Somalis, Malians and Berbers who occasionally came into the Republic of Lebanon. He called himself a proud son of Detroi...
I am a woman and a Feminist and what I do with my body is my choice. That's what the main message of Feminism is all about. Women aren't inferior to men. We are just as good. And we've changed laws and created social movements across the globe to enforce gender equality. We've accomplished a lot but still have a way to go. I believe that women the world over...
The usual disclaimers: if you don't like it, close it or don't open it. There is a sound that wood makes when it is stressed. A certain pull of the grain and a low harp sound when your wrists are tied to it and you move. A certain secure feeling...maybe longing for something different. Tugging and release so much a part of the tie up. She looks at me and...
Here I am, sitting on a park bench somewhere in New York City. In the eyes of the world, a tall, good-looking young Black man clad in a red silk, silver tie and dark grey pants is gazing at the world from this bench. It's a bright sunny day in early summer and a lot of people are enjoying the pleasant weather. All kinds of people. That's part of what I love...
Look, I want to be perfectly clear about this. I am not gay. I am not even what they call bisexual. I'm one hundred percent straight, bro. I swear to God. I just happen to be one kinky dude, that's all. Anyhow, before we get into anything I want to tell you a bit about me. My name is James Stefano Dawkins. You can call me J.S. if you want. I was born in the...
Lying on my back with my legs in the air, my mouth filled with drool, I am finally where I've known all along I was definitely born to be. Stroking my short but thick Black cock with one hand while pumping a strap-on dildo up my ass with the other, that's my lady Evelyn Nestor Adejola. And she is fucking me with that strap-on dildo like she was born with it....
"I really must stop banging ratchet chicks," Ramon Jackson thought to himself as he looked at his latest overnight guest, a tall, mahogany-hued, curvy and sexy, feisty young black woman named Monique whom he picked up at the Bourbon Room in downtown Ottawa. While fine as hell, Monique couldn't stop talking about all kinds of shit as Ramon drove her back to h...
"I put on the Hijab to please my Lord, and I stick my booty out to please my man," Fatima Khaled said with a smirk as she turned around, giving her boyfriend Luther Kingsley a glimpse at her thick bronze ass, her bright red thong underwear revealing probably everything it was meant to conceal. From the satisfied smirk on Luther's dark, handsome face, the Leb...