A note from the author: As someone who thinks about erotica for a large portion of his waking day, my biggest complaint on the subject is that in a lot of short stories the characters rarely earn the fuck the author describes in blow-by-blow detail. I'm all for anal fisting in the dirtiest bathroom in Scotland, I just want to feel some connection with the c...
Imagine for a second that you're in a restaurant-of those poncy deals where they won't even consider hiring a maitre'd without a british accent-and you "accidentally" drop your glass of obnoxiously overpriced wine to stall for time. Before it can ruin the exquisite Persian rug, however, it needs to reach the point halfway between there and your hand-and befo...
Oh death, why has thou forsaken me? My name is Anthony Dhaliwal Adewale, and I want to die. The problem is that I can't. And that, my friends, is a problem. Anyone looking at me would see a six-foot-one, lean and athletic young biracial man with light brown skin, light brown eyes and curly black hair. I was born in the City of Imphal, in the Manipur State of...
Stop fussing over that which doesn't matter, I tell myself as I step out of the shower, and admire my reflection in the mirror. Thanks to mother nature's blessings I am tall and curvy, a sexy lady in any definition of the term. My name is Salwa Yazdi, Sally to my friends, and I was born in the City of Abyek, northwestern Iran, to an Iranian Muslim father and...
This story is a multi chapter book. Please go back and read Chapter one. I will try to write a chapter every week or so and post it here. Please be patient. If you enjoyed this tale please take a moment and rate it. Feedback is greatly appreciated and I really enjoy your emails! I try to write back to my readers. ***** A Ghost Story, Erotic Dreams in the...
I didn't have long to wait for the coffee, either, as a very soft hand tapped my bare left should, and I turned to see a gorgeous, but familiar woman holding a tray with some coffee, aspirin, and French toast with plenty of butter and some figs on the side. I had to admit that I'd never eaten figs by themselves, but they were as delicious as the French toast...
Elva was moseying through the dimly lit forest, blue eyes wide with curiosity. The familiar scents of pine and redwood greet her senses; her naturally curly brown hair bounces with each joyful step she takes on the pine needle encrusted ground. She knows this enchanted forest like one knows a lover, no intimate detail escapes her gentle caress. Today she...
Mohammed Mokhtar grimaced as Fatuma Suleiman pushed the strap-on dildo into his asshole. The tall and slender Somali stud stroked his big ebony cock as his friend buggered him with her strap-on dildo. At last, Ahmed was right where he always wanted to be. Submitting to a dominant Black Muslim woman's strap-on dildo. The secret desire of many Black Muslim men...
Chapter Two: Tears for Two All fears are learned, taught without good reason, and irrational. The unknown ignites suspicions, fears and hatred in men. Problem is, almost everything does. Laura'd never met her father's aunt and for good reason. She could remember her mom mentioning the woman a couple times, maybe three times in all their years together, and...
Boko Adewale grimaced as Miss Abdul-Hamid thrust her strap-on dildo into his ass. The big and tall young Black man struggled in his bonds but to no avail. Laughing, the matronly Arab woman smacked his face real hard while pounding his ass with her strap-on dildo. That's what Black studs like Boko Adewale get for having such cute asses. The first of the month...