The next morning Xenia opened her eyes, she hoped that it was Shorty that is next to her. She suddenly felt an itching sensation inside her pussy. It felt like a million little micro nerves tingling around the inside of her pussy creating a ticklish sensation. She tried to brush it off and forced herself out of her bed, still feeling a bit sluggish and hit t...
A lot of women the world over are convinced that good men don't exist, especially in the Black community. Meet a hard-working and decent brother who's up shit's creek without the proverbial paddle. What happened to this young man isn't race-specific, indeed, it could have happened to any young man regardless of his background. Rejection and friend-zoning, al...
Swapna Neeha story If someone told me 21 years ago that the life I built in the USA would be so good, I would have never believed it. But it is. I am a 45 year old immigrant from India living my life to the fullest here in the USA. My husband has a great career, and we are very much involved in the Sikh community in our city. We have two great children, o...
It was gone 9 in the morning by the time Jane roused from her sleep. In truth it was not the first time she had woken up that day, her husband Rob had disturbed her at about 6am with his tongue burying deep into her pussy. It was the second time he had eaten her out since the day before when she had enthralled him with the details of her first encounter with...
The past three weeks were very eventful for me. Especially at work Lauren was insatiable when it came to pleasing her sexually. Not that I was complaining I had never had as much sex in as many positions and public places as I had in these weeks. I opened the door to my apartment, putting my keys down on the table next to the door. I slumped down into my c...
The day had passed slowly and I was constantly checking the large wall clock, hoping time would somehow move a little quicker. Finally, my last class for the day finished, with the students standing and giving me a parting wai. Another day as English Instructor at the Happiness Recycling Centre was over and I had one thing in mind - getting back to my guesth...
Sally Liebowitz hummed a tune as she walked down East 53rd st. It was a beautiful Friday afternoon and she was on her way to have dinner with her Grandmother. Actually she was several hours early for her usual Friday Dinner but it was such a beautiful spring afternoon she had skipped a boring lecture at the City University. One of the conditions her parent...
Patricia Coleman was lying on her back without a single article of clothing and her legs were spread wide to allow her husband to shave an area that had never been so much as trimmed. He was taking his time with the removal of her pubic hair and enjoyed the sensation he was bringing to her body. He worked the blade like an expert to remove any sign that her...
Friday at last. Pay day for some. The start of the weekend for many. A day of prayer for people of certain faiths, like Muslims. Good Muslims are at the mosque, doing their Salah or prayer. Aziz Ali, a Somali brother who is Muslim by birth, is nowhere near the mosque. This brother is hanging around downtown Ottawa, trying to pick up chicks at the Rideau Shop...
I have been playing poker with my oldest friend, Nathan, for years. We always play at his house, since my apartment is far too cramped to have anyone over. Besides, being out in the country means we can make a lot of noise and not worry about anyone complaining. Neither of us are particularly gracious winners and we both like to be very boisterous about our...