She had lived in New England all her life, when her father's business failed and the family decided to move to California, her heart had cried out at the idea of leaving the culture and society that she had always known. The day that they went down to the harbor and boarded the old ship they had almost had to force her on board. Surprisingly after a day or t...
Natural Curves1 Prologue – Mary Jane1 Chapter One – In The Beginning4 Chapter Two – Natural Curves9 Chapter Three – The Princess & The Motel14 Chapter Four22 ------------------------------ Natural Curves ------------------------------ Okay, here’s a note to the reader. This tale really starts at Chapter One but I figured that this prologue is a bit...
Note: Yup. Fetish story. Don't like it, don't read it. Comments and constructive criticism are welcome. On with the depravity... I slept late the next day, oddly enough. Couldn't have had anything to do with being utterly exhausted. Oh, wait. Yeah, it did. I was ready to crash after the shower, but Mistress Kay made me eat her pussy for an hour before sh...
Walking through the train I looked around the at the mix of people on board. There were business men and women, party goers, fathers, mothers, teens and young adults. The last train north on a Friday night always had a good mix of everyone. And me being a people watcher I loved this journey. Seeing couples too aroused to wait till they got home. Or the worki...
Rapunzel was not the maiden in distress you heard of.... Far and wide the story of a beautiful woman Rapunzel, was told to adventuresome princes. The tale goes that in a land far away a tower is erected with no stairs. To climb to the top one must cry out "Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your golden hair" and down will come a golden nest of hair for you to cli...
As Salam Alaikum, dear reader. The name is Aziz Kalenzaga, and I'm a young black Muslim man of Burkinabe descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm studying mathematics at Carleton University. I was born in Burkina Faso and raised in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. These days, I'm a U.S. citizen via naturalization. I came to Canada to study for a...
The power of anger is something no one should underestimate. It grabs hold of you and won’t let go. And it affects you long after the feeling has abated. Whether you’re male or female, Black or White, Straight, Bisexual or Gay. Trust me. This is something I learned the hard way. My name is Bernard Lamont. A big and tall Black man of Haitian descent living in...
I want to start by saying that all of my stories are purely fictional and in no way should be taken for more than erotic fantasy. Having said that I will say that the characters I write about are real people in my life that I use for inspiration only. Their names and personal details have been altered to protect their true identities. If you like my storie...
My last good lay, Maher Osman is a strong man in every sense of the term. Six-foot-three, lean and athletic, with dark brown skin, curly Black hair and light brown eyes, this Djibouti-born stud attracts the female gaze everywhere he goes. The first time I actually laid eyes on him, I was walking through the world-famous Nicollet Mall in downtown Minneapolis,...
Rebecca and I lay resting in bed with our neighbors. Fucking the older couple had been very enjoyable. My wife smiles at me from the other side of Hogan. Then she leans down and sucks his soft dick into her mouth. Maintaining eye contact with me as she sucks his cock. Still slimy with their fucking. Our swinger neighbor gasps as she gives him some 'post...