Sangeetha is a 35 years old Indian woman who just moved to our neighborhood. Our neighborhood was in the north of Sheffield and predominantly one of the areas where blacks lived in majority. Sangeetha was a beautiful woman with light brown skin, long black hair, thick red lips, bouncy boobs, broad hips, stout thighs and jutting plump butt. Most of the time s...
She had started the rumors. Whispering into her girlfriends' ears. "He's hung like a horse." "I'm so sore, he wouldn't let me rest last night. He fucked me for hours." "He may look gentle, but I love the way he dominates me." "We never make love. He just fucks me hard and I love it." And of course the girlfriends whispered too. And, the rumors took on a lif...
In my fantasy it is as if I am in a dream or watching myself in a movie- knowing that I am myself but also feeling that in some way I'm not. A vague sense of unreality pervades everything but it is a very pleasant sensation and I feel very confident and very alive. I am led into an elegant room by my escort. I don't know his name and I refer to him as The S...
You meet a woman, you see her in the hotel bar your staying at. She is by herself, apparently on business by the way she is dressed. She has dark hair to her shoulders and dark eyes with a quick smile on both. The bartender approaches for your order you place it and she catches your eye, you nod and smile hello, she returns it with a warm one of her own. The...
Cuckolding and swinging aren't just a white thing, like popular belief and mainstream porn would have you believe. How do I know this? My name is Mariam "Mar" Wahid and I'm a Black Muslim woman of Somali descent in the swinging and cuckolding lifestyles. I was born in the City of Toronto, Ontario, to a Somali immigrant father, Maher Wahid, and a white Canadi...
A couple of days had passed since I cleaned up Bob's cum off his body. I thought about it a lot during the coming days but neither one of us spoke of it. I think both of us were a little embarrassed but ready to do something again. Just to see and hear him stroking that long, magnificent cock as I rimmed his asshole and then slurped up his thick warm mess wa...
I never really thought about what might happen that night as I dressed in front of my husband. It was a simple farewell dinner for my boss at a local restaurant with me and four other girls I worked with. My husband had always had a fantasy about wanting a threesome or talking about me having sex with someone else and, whilst we had been at parties where I h...
"Put on a party dress," you say. "Then come into the lounge when you're ready." I think about that for a moment. "Go on," you say, threateningly. Like my own scary-sexy controlling billionaire. You say it threateningly, but you won't actually do anything to me. I know you, I know how this works. You know I'll slap you back if you actually touch me like t...
The camping trip is going well, but you haven't had a minute to yourself in three days, so as soon as you have your camp chores done you decide to take a short hike and have lunch alone. It's your first trip to these woods, in the Black Hills. The trees here feel so much older and more dignified than in Nebraska, with less cluttered undergrowth. After about...
Tales of Carlitos, the Mexican Factory Worker Chapter 1: Catholic Love "Hey Carlos, can you do me a favor and take a set of car keys to my wife? I can't take any more time off or I'll get fired." Billy had taken off three times in the past month to deliver car keys to his absent-minded wife and couldn't risk asking for yet another early lunch break. His s...