Black Muslim cuckolds definitely do exist, ladies and gentlemen. Black Muslim guys who enjoy watching their Black Muslim wives and Black Muslim girlfriends get fucked by other men. Apparently, they're out there, and my husband Malik Ali is one of them. My name is Fartuun Khalid-Ali, and I am a Djiboutian-American Muslim woman living in the City of Saint Paul...
Ignoring the menacing stares from the three couples hosting the Grand Gala Ball, the most prestigious and, quite frankly, snooty event of the year, Jonathan whispered, "Invitation? I seem to have...," as he reached down, took hold of his zipper and pulled it firmly downward. He began to smile hearing the immediate gasps as he slowly worked his cock out of hi...
DISCLAIMER: The following account narrates the actions of a fallen man. I am highly principled in nature and you may be tempted to judge me for my deeds accounted herein and, in my loftier moments, I would no doubt agree with you. Yet if you do choose this course know that your actions must match your judgment for I deem hypocrisy to be the greatest of evils...
My name is Steve Vincent. I'm a big and tall, openly bisexual young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. The tale I'm sharing with you began while I was enrolled as a student in the Criminal Justice program of Champion City College. For the most part, I like my life. I finally feel that it's on track. Higher education c...
During my freshman year of my undergraduate studies, I was staying in some really old dorms that had never been renovated. They were so old and out-of-date that they still had the original steam heaters from when the building was first built in the 1940s. Let me tell you, those things were fucking ancient. They were really huge too and they were in all the r...
This is the stories of sexual encounters at some house parties during my early days as a law student. This was one of my favourites. This encounter took place at a house party put on by a friend of a friend. But in this instance the parents of the associate were present to look after the house through the night. I suppose that's fair, after all it was their...
Heather could not take her eyes off him as he walked across the room, stopping at a couple of tables to chat briefly. Making it ever closer to the chair right next to her. What then? She should run. Excuse herself, and just leave. Go back to her cabin and stay there until they docked in Bergen, then take a straight flight home. Home? Was it any more? Witho...
Joanne Wallman ceased to exist not because Joanne wasn't worthy to live, but rather because she stood for all the bad things that had happened in Julia's life. The step she had taken to get out of her old life had pulled her into a new exciting existence where she had been given a whole new set of rules to live by. She had been reborn, her conscience awakene...
Cynthia Kolby was a very beautiful 28-year-old white woman. Born into wealth, she had never known what it was like to have to work for a living. Her family's wealth had always protected her from the rigors of daily living. But after graduating from college, with her Master's Degree in her slim white fingers, she found out that life was not all peaches and cr...
CHAPTER ONE The air shimmered under a relentlessly harsh and beating sun as, from high above, they watched. Theirs was a view unrestricted by hills or clouds as they silently watched and waited, patiently, every so patiently. Beady eyes watched as small dust clouds, raised by the hooves of the tired horse plodding along the desolate landscape of the Ariz...