When my hand lifted her dress, I didn't think about it. When I dropped to my knees to peel away her panties from the cleft to suck on the puffy lips, I didn't give it a thought. I suppose when we walked back together and I felt the night air dry her cum from a hastily cleaned chin and neck, it occurred to me what an asshole I was. My wife was waiting at ho...
Is there such a thing as too much of anything in this life? I sure hope not. My name is Evelyn Kara Auberge. I am head over heels in love with a reformed player from the States. Here's a little bit about me. I was born in the town of Cap-Haitien in the island of Haiti but I barely remember it because I've lived in the region of Ontario, Canada, ever since I...
Hamilton O'Keefe smiled to himself as he thrust his cock deep inside Michael Voltaire's asshole. The big and tall Black man squealed as the young Australian slammed his twelve-inch White dick deep inside of him. Nothing a bisexual stud like Hamilton loved more than fucking Black male ass, except maybe fucking Black female ass. Holding firmly onto Michael's h...
As Salam Alaikum, folks. My name is Mira Masayuki-Jones, and I'm a Japanese-Canadian Muslim woman living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. Bet that last bit definitely got your attention. You don't see a lot of Muslims in the Japanese Diaspora, partly because of my people's xenophobia and their devotion to the Shinto faith. I will forever be the odd woman out...
What am I going to do with myself? That's what I wondered as I sat inside the food court of the Saint Laurent Mall in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Of all the sexy ladies of all hues walking by, why is it that only SHE arouses me? I don't frigging know. All I know is that what I'm feeling isn't normal. And I consider myself a pretty normal guy. My name is Art...
Baxter's awareness first touched on a world that was blurry, streaked, utterly strange and cold; when a wet leaf almost smacked itself against his face he lurched back instinctively, coming completely back to wakefulness. He was sitting in the cold rented Toyota, one of his hands on the steering wheel still. The near-gale raging outside had just deposited an...
She awoke to the sound of a bullhorn, and realized that she had slept through the two hours, and had only gotten 1 bracelet, which would mean she assuredly lost at the game, her stomach began turning, worried about what she would receive for losing. She sheepishly walked back into the large living room toward the back of the house, realizing that she was no...
Marisol Ryan is at it again. The gal just can't seem to keep sex off her brain. This five-foot-eleven, blonde-haired, green-eyed, alabaster-skinned Irishwoman is a sexual dynamo. Currently, she's lying in bed, fingering herself while watching her boyfriend Hector Brown as he slept in their bed. He had come late, and she hadn't known where he was. She'd been...
My name is Tony Marsh I am a fit healthy 26 year old red blooded male sitting in a café at Euston railway station London on a dark November evening, in a wet raincoat feeling sorry for myself. It had been a pig of a week. My girlfriend Monica of three years had left me without a good reason for another man and I also had major staffing problems at the office...
Sweat ran down his body in stream rivulets, as his body rose one more time, breaking the plane of the single metal bar he was hanging from once more, the gray shirt on his back clinging to his wet skin, the 45 lbs weight plate dangling between his legs like a obscene gesture. Inhaling like a man breaking the surface of a raging ocean, his body slowly, contr...