I was sitting in the university library, typing a paper about the Canadian constitution and its fallacies when it comes to the rights of visible minorities when I saw...her. A tall and curvy, nice-bodied ( meaning pleasantly plump with big tits and a nice big butt ) but butter-faced blonde-haired white chick. Wearing a dour expression, she strutted in my gen...
My name is Henderson Friedrich. A tall, good-looking young black man from South Africa. Born to African and German parents. My father Heinrich Friedrich is a German philosopher who taught at one of the major universities in South Africa. My mother Annabelle Joseph Friedrich was an African Grad student whom he dated and eventually married. Sadly, she's no lon...
My curiosity, arousal and eventual conversion to having a 'hot wife' came about when I met Ruth. She was 18 and worked at the same company as me. Ruth was in a relationship with Steve, guy in my office, and much to Steve's embarrassment, it was openly debated that Ruth was cheating on him by still being involved with a previous boyfriend. For her part, Ruth...
The name is Peterson Samson. I'm a young black man living in the state of Massachusetts. Today, I turned twenty. My boys from the school football team got me a nice gift. A black leather jacket with red buttons. It's gonna look good on me once the New England winter comes in. I'm originally from Atlanta City in Georgia, so I've basically never seen snow befo...
The night beckons. Who am I to refuse its call? Those are the thoughts filling my head as I leap from the Hancock Tower, Boston's Tallest Building and land on my feet on the pavement, seven hundred and ninety feet below. It's times like these that I am grateful for being more than human. Superhuman strength and speed along with accelerated healing and durabi...
A Quickie 02: Alexia If you followed my adventures from the first account, you might remember me saying that Rodianne had a friend who thought she would like a go at me. She fixed it up with her friend, of which she had quite a few. I did not know with whom she was going to set me up. I didn't ask, since for me, a hole is a hole. On Tuesday I called Rodi...
Stepping through the front door of the shared lair of the Brotherhood of mutants, Mystique stepped through the door first, sulking with the rest of her teammates following her inside. She was depressed, incredibly so. Her head hung low that her red flowing hair obscured her face and shoulders as she sluggishly made her way inside. Her white silk dress draggi...
The van's wheels changed tune, slowing as the woman stared hollowly at her hands cupped together lightly in her lap. She sat woodenly in the back of the van, her eyes aching from too little sleep, and nauseous from the trip. She leaned into the turn as the van made a right turn off the barely maintained county road, listening quietly as crunched underneath t...
'I wasn't always like this,' it occurred to her as she sat naked, on the pool table in the dingy back room of the bar, the yellow light from the dangling overhead lamp gleaming in the eyes of the black men surrounding her. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed her bag lying on the pool table near to her, and thought, inside that bag is her license, her...
Hello. My name is Miranda. It was during my second year at university that this incident happened. I hope you find the retelling of it interesting. I am blushing at the recall of the events and hope that by putting them here for everyone to read it will start to free me from my embarrassment. I was a keen gymnast. Not a very good one, but I belonged to a c...