I want to share her with other men. Those men will need to be black. That can be... misinterpreted? Offensive, even? And it can also seem rather selfish; if it's something that I am doing for her as much as for me then how can I make a demand of her like that? First I'll discuss the black thing. I explained that I think I fall closer to the straight spectru...
I was thankfully in a very relaxed mood that Halloween, probably due to not having to deal with trick or treaters this time around. My twins were spending Halloween with their mother. Although I missed them and enjoyed their company, I wanted to kick back and have some beer, not spend the evening answering doors when I was alone. I much preferred to do somet...
They didn't see me but I saw them. Harry and Cindy were sitting in the coffee house just talking. How could they do this to me? I had to go sit down and cool off. He was supposed to be my friend. Ok, maybe they were just talking. Or maybe they weren't. Sure, Cindy and I had broken up and theoretically I should have no say in who she dates. But why would she...
I was all tapped out by the time that I crashed on that bed. Between booze, pitching in at the bar, several rounds of hot, steamy, sweaty sex with three gorgeous women, and all of that delicious food, I was sleepy as fuck. I dozed off for what must have been hours when I felt kisses on my face, neck, and chest revive me at last. I had no idea what time it wa...
You are tantalized by my presence, a curvy Black woman with a thick Afro and a big beautiful Black ass, standing decked out in shiny Black leather in front of you. I've been told I have quite the presence. What's my name? You are mystified by me. No names. Does it matter? Not at all. I am your Black Mistress, and I've come to fuck the hell out of you and dom...
I see a lot of weird stuff going on these days. Especially in the Black community. When I moved from the town of Boston, Massachusetts, to the city of Ottawa, Ontario, I was in for a shock. I knew Canada was different from the U.S. but I never thought the strangest folks in Canada would be my fellow Blacks. The name is Stephen Saint Preux and I approve this...
I ran my hands down her skin. My fingers caressing the ache out of her tired muscles, and then I dug my fingers into her shoulders until she moaned under me. The difference between my pale hands and her dark, muscled, back--such a sharp contrast; I dug my fingers into her shoulders again, letting the thumbs press deep. She purred. I realized, looking dow...
When you're from continental Asia and you move to the United States of America, something magical happens. You're automatically granted Chinese citizenship by everyone you meet, without the need for paper work or verification of any kind. Trust me, I would I know. I've been mistaken for Chinese on a daily basis ever since my family and I moved from our homet...
Well, howdy folks! My name is Evelyn Rachel Lombardi. I'm five-foot-eleven and slim, with long blonde hair, alabaster skin and pale blue eyes. I'm originally from the City of Calgary, Province of Alberta, but I moved to the town of Ottawa, Province of Ontario, a little over two years ago. I attend the University of Ottawa, where I study business administrati...
My name is Beatrice Harold. A five-foot-ten, brown-skinned, black-haired and pleasantly voluptuous ( and big-bottomed ) young Haitian-American woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Anyone looking at me would see an ordinary gal. A sweet-faced young lady with a permanently dreamy expression. I've been told my light brown eyes are naturally slee...