This weekend was a funny one. As the previous weekend, my wife had arranged to go on a course Saturday, and would be leaving at nine thirty, and, in addition, she mentioned to me on Friday evening that she needed to wash her hair before she went on Saturday morning. Clearly we were not going to have any sex on Saturday morning, which would probably mean no s...
You can tell. From the first glance. The first eye contact. It's there or it's not. If it is, that glance is all you need. On both sides. Decided already -- you're going to fuck. Just a matter of time, just a matter of letting the right place and the right time appear. She was there. Our eyes locked. There was no doubt from that point forward. Just a matter...
Meet Steve Sinclair, he's a big and tall nerd originally from the island of Haiti. Ruggedly handsome, if somewhat socially awkward, he's the kind of brother whom the sisters think is cool...until he opens his mouth. He's a grad student at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, trying to get his MBA. This brother is pushing thirty and happens to...
Lilith Pinkerton sat inside the Bridgewater State College library, watching Adam Warsaw as he fought back tears. She'd only recently told him that she loved him. The short, blonde-haired and green-eyed South African woman bared her soul to the handsome young African-American scholar who stole her heart. Adam struggled to find the right words, and in the end...
Awakening in new land you take stock of scenery around. Groggy from whatever magics brought you here, you notice the trace carvings of a sigil glowing faintly, dimming as the magic wears off. Atop a large hill, you have a clear view of the land around you. To the north the smoke of a nearby town drift towards the sky. To the south a dense forest stands tall,...
All of my writing is fiction and the stories and characters are all products of my imagination. They were created for my fun and, hopefully, your enjoyment. Some of the events in the stories are not particularly condoned nor encouraged by the author but are there to create and enhance the story of the imaginary characters and their lives. Comments are always...
"So, Izzy, you really like my farts?" Nabila Yassin said softly, and the young Yemeni Muslim woman looked at her lover Ismail "Izzy" Machar, as they sat inside the Starbucks located across the Ottawa Main Library on Metcalfe Street. It was a frosty Tuesday morning in mid-November in downtown Ottawa, Ontario, but inside the small, trendy café, things were def...
Meet Bass, which is short for Bashir Malong, a six-foot-seven, dark-skinned and ruggedly handsome man originally from the nation of South Sudan. Bashir is definitely more than he seems, and that's just the tip of the iceberg. A lot of people, upon meeting the tall, handsome brother with the deep voice, wonder if he's some sort of professional athlete, and Ba...
"Oops, oh man, I'm so sorry," Alia Patwardhan said sheepishly, looking at the tall young Black man standing at a corner of the elevator began sniffing the air. That's when his lip curled in distaste, and his eyes widened in surprise. For a certain tall, Hijab-wearing young Indian Muslim woman just let loose a thunderously loud fart, less than a meter from hi...
CHAPTER 11 Sexy Hunting And Fucking Partner's Call Hi, my name is Mike. I'm now living in retirement at the age of 71. Throughout my life I have had the most outstanding sex with some of the finest young girls, women and older ladies that any man could want. This is the continuing chaptered story on how I play the sex game with these many wonderful women t...