My name is Stefan Cherenfant. A big and tall, good-looking young black man of Haitian origin living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Friends call me K.B. for short. I don't mind. We all seem to acquire nicknames at some point in our lives. Not much we can do about it. Anyhow, I was home from school during Christmas Break. This is the tale of how I had...
Lydia felt especially naughty that morning. Even more so than usual, if that was possible. Perhaps it was the fact that she was on her first overnight trip with her new man, albeit less than a hundred miles from her home. Or more likely, was the fact that she had just gotten, as the Brits might say, "royally and properly fucked" by pre-dawn this morning....
Over the weeks after the night with Jim, Grant and Leanne had many talks about sex. Though she was enjoying her new found sex drive. Leanne wanted to share more of herself, she had always been curious to have sex with another lady. Leanne was eager to please another woman. She told Grant of her feelings and told him that they were going to pick-up another wo...
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My name is Mohammed Aziz, and I'm a young Black man living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born in the town of Kano, northern Nigeria, to a Nigerian father and Iranian mother. Seven in the morning on February 5, 1988. That's when I came into this world. Due to my unique heritage, I look quite different from most Nigerians. I stand six feet...
Thanks to PinkPlaidPanties for her advice on this story. * It was a hot day in the tropics, so hot that men, women and children had taken cover in what shade they could find. Most had lain immobilized through the heat of the day, wearing as little as possible in an attempt to get the slightest breath of breeze to cool them down. The day was starting to co...
Kylie lay stark naked on a plush down bed, covered with a thin pink silk sheet. The fabric tormented her tender flesh, itching the welts still sore from the days and nights before. Soft amber colored light filled the large room as moonlight flickered through high windows that lined the walls. Her eyes still blurred from sleep adjusted themselves on a young...
There are a scarce few moments in history. Moments where a man may bear witness to the world one day. Then on the next declare with clarity of mind and surety of meaning: The world has changed. Moments like these are often accompanied by fire and blood. By the outcry of masses at the sudden revelation that the world’s course was changed by war. Or else it is...
This story is about an older woman, a woman in her middle forties, who has sex with different men. Mostly she has sex with men who are younger than her -- much younger. This story is about me -- Maria. I am happy and fulfilled and satisfied. I am loving life more than I have done for years. And I am making sure it stays that way. Although I have sex with...
"Mr. Atherton, there is a...a man out here who says he has to see you," William's secretary told him over the intercom the first thing the morning after he'd spent the afternoon with Arlene. "He said to tell you Arlene Ott gave him your name." William heard the distaste in his secretary's voice and knew the man outside wasn't anyone he knew. But the fact th...