AN: These are going to be a series of AI-generated stories, all of them featuring the same main character. Originally my plan was to generate AI images representing each client, but I failed badly at every attempt, and even the image above is just something I pulled from Google. I added a few images to a couple of chapters using Stable Diffusion but they a...
As Salam Alaikum, people. My name is Khadija Al-Sharki, and I'm a young Yemeni Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Five-foot-ten, curvy and sexy, with dark brown skin and long black hair, that's your heroine for this tale. By day I am a mild-mannered cashier at the local Tim Horton's, and a part-time student at Algonquin College. By night, I...
Just another in the long list of diversions which keep me from finishing things I have promised. This time around, my sarcastic nature got the best of me, and I decided to take a look into the world of the characters in the stories some of us like to read and write. What do they do when stories aren't being written? No sex, not really erotic, and meant to b...
Necessity is definitely the mother of reinvention, as has often been said. This holds true in all parts of the world. Take Noor Al-Gergawi for example. Born into a wealthy family in the City of Dubai, crown jewel of the United Arab Emirates, Noor experienced nothing but luxury all the days of her life. Vacations in Vienna, Paris and Los Angeles, and shopping...
This is my first story and English is not my mother tongue. Please be gentle. Have fun. *** "Get dressed. I expect to find you in a position appropriate for a little slut like you. Show me how horny you are. I'll be back in a few minutes." Marc's heart was rushing, he didn't have much time. He looked at the lingerie on the bed, took the black lace stockin...
The one-storey ranch home was 60s modern and easily blended into the peaceful suburban neighborhood. But as Amy approached the front door she had a pang of regret. Sure, she had been here many times to see Jackie, dinner parties, a charity and an art show, but at those she knew she'd be going home at the end of the night. Why she had agreed to house-sit was...
She woke up and was momentarily disoriented. The bright, pounding spotlight over her was all she could make out for a while. She gradually came to, however, and began to notice where she was. Well, she didn’t know where she was geographically, but she could see what was around her - a dark, empty room, circular, with only a chair in the middle that she wa...
He was once again in her bed between her legs. He had lost track of her orgasms at about twelve. She was way past that now. He had also lost track of time. He never tired of making her cum. And she never tired of him being between her legs. She had given him increasing license to do what he wanted with his tongue and fingers when he was between her legs. He...
"Brian Pumper, do you remember that porno scene we filmed a few years back, the one where you got dressed in a nice blue silk shirt like a businessman while I dressed like a stripper, and you fucked me up the ass on exercise equipment? Well, today, I'm going to do the same to you," Vida Valentine said, smiling smugly at the one-time Black Prince of Porn. "U...
Donna Baker, better known by her porn moniker Silver Thorne, carefully looked at the young African American man who sat less than a meter from her. Conducting interviews with new talent in her small, Spartan office was one of Donna Baker's many duties as the CEO of a major adult film company. Sure, the human resources department could have taken care of that...