My name's Alexander Nwabudikae Morgan Sexton and way too many of my male friends think I'm a damn lucky son of a gun. When I turned 21 I was struck by the Sexton Family Curse: my lips and tongue taste like the best red wine in history to any woman whom I willingly kiss that has ever tasted a red wine before: and will get them drunk like it too. You'd have th...
It was strange, but mostly it was embarrassing. I mean, there I was in the final two strokes of a deliriously powerful orgasm, as I closed my eyes in the absolute joy of the moment and I came. Suddenly I heard screams and moans and I opened my eyes to see my cum arching out from my cock and splashing right in the middle of a beautiful, baby shower cake. Tak...
I don't always eat pussy while wearing the Hijab, but when I do, said pussy belongs to my best friend and secret lover Amanda Valdez-Dieudonne. We have lots of fun together, Amanda and I, as often as time allows. I work as a cashier at Loblaw's, and I'm studying business management at Algonquin College. Keeping my lesbian activities a secret from my uptight...
Disclaimer for the entire series: Everyone in this story - and in real life - are 18+ years of age. All locations, art and music in this story are real. Any celebrity actions or motives similar to their real-life counterparts is entirely coincidental. Tags are set for each chapter, not the series as a whole. In the disclaimer for chapter 1, I wrote th...
Salutations, people. My name is Julie Saint-James, or Sister Jay as my friends like to call me. I was born in Salt Lake City, State of Utah, to Peter and Mary Saint-James. I was brought up in the Mormon faith and like all Mormons, I did my missionary work over a period of two years. Something happened when I got sent to preach and share the Word with the peo...
Sara's Adventure A few weeks ago on one of those days when it still felt like winter it was about 5.30 and the day was dulling in. Sir had taken me and Daisy out for a late lunch at a restaurant he liked, believe it or not run by one of our lay preachers. We all enjoyed the afternoon and were the last in the dining area. "Right Daisy, time to gather your...
It was just another Saturday night at the University of Calgary, on the surface. The fact that it was the weekend meant little, for the bustling urban campus was always full of people. The local Tim Horton's and Starbucks stayed open late, and with good reason. Tonight, there were quite a few strangers on campus. Men and women of all hues who had come from a...
Eight o'clock on a July evening - and you had been walking all day, stopping at pubs on the way, drinking heavily. And now you were on the Strand passing the ivy-grown church. In the distance across the waters the great red sinking sun flashed its rays. And there before you rose an old-style Methodist chapel. You thought at once of those early preachers thr...
I want to catch everyone up. I had just watched my wife have sexual relations with her black minister on a movie camera I had installed in our home and watched the whole scene. The following is what my next move would be. My wife was supposed to go down to her friend Ellen's apartment who lived fifty miles away from our city. She was going to stay until I...
She sat in a dusty pew, with an equally worn book in her hand. She'd only been in college for a year, but the studying had paid off. Honor roll in high school, and Deans list in college. She made the people in this little town proud; going off to a state university, coming back home to her devout Mommy. You see, Lara Banks was the choir directors daughter....