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Black Men/Lebanese Women

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

The day the man known as Yarn walked into the town of Baalbek, Republic of Lebanon, Zainab Al-Baabur's world would never the same. Oh, the young Lebanese woman had seen African men before. However, Thomas Yarn didn't carry himself like the Somalis, Malians and Berbers who occasionally came into the Republic of Lebanon. He called himself a proud son of Detroi...

The Indian Celebrity in Singapore

by johara on Sep 16, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

Reymon had a great chance and was introduced to the famous Tamil movie actress K.R.Vijaya. She was visiting Singapore for a film concert and was invited by aunty Rohaiyah for dinner. At that time Reymon was introduced to her. Aunty Sutinah and aunty Rohaiyah told her about Reymon and his great cock and his lasting stamina. K.R.Vijaya was 43 yr. old and a fam...

Rajesh and the Maids

by nonameleader on Sep 15, 2017
Mature

Rajesh yawned as he stretched and got up. The clock said 8 AM. His mother and father were out of town and would not be back for two months. Holidays from college made him lazy. In the college hostel where he stayed, his day began at 6 AM and he had to go for his first class of the day at 7 AM. He normally slept bare bodied in the summer months and as he go...

Without You I Have Nothing Ch. 23

by JAScooter on Sep 15, 2017
Novels and Novellas

Peter enjoyed Thursday's early morning swim, taking this time alone to plan the day. The air hadn't warmed yet and the water, though tepid, was refreshing as he floated idly awaiting Jennifer's arrival. "Got cha!" Peter heard the shriek as two soft hands sent him to the bottom. Spluttering and coughing he surfaced to see Jennifer's face close to his. "Jenn...

Who Watches the Watchmen Ch. 08

by aurelius1982 on Sep 13, 2017
Loving Wives

I watched the events in my house being broadcast from three separate rooms. Vimla walked to the kitchen where here her kurta had been stripped off and thrown on the floor. She first went to the kitchen sink and washed her face. Then the petite maid slipped the kurta on and walked out to the living room, gathering her salwar on the way. Dara who was sitting...

Horny-Looking Harlina Ch. 06

by johara on Sep 12, 2017
Letters & Transcripts

Hasheena replied promptly and she wrote: Hey! You are doing fine. Please continue with the story and turn me on! ---Hasheena. At the same time I also received a reply from Harlina who had also read the copy that I forwarded to her and she wrote: Hey Lover, You write well and keep writing. I want you to lick my friend Hasheena to the core. Spread her legs...

Horny-Looking Harlina Ch. 07

by johara on Sep 12, 2017
Letters & Transcripts

Both Hasheena and Harlina replied to my mails and wrote that they were turned on very much and had to use their fingers to relieve their horny feelings. I began to call Hasheena as Hasheena Macchi as her niece Johara called her. Macchi in Tamil means aunt's daughter. Hasheena Macchi sent me a picture of Johara and she looked good. She had small boobs but a v...

Worland University Ch. 01

by hauntviridian on Jan 21, 2020
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Chiyo stood at the bottom of the stairway, staring at the couple shamelessly fucking in front of her. A red-haired girl was mounting a black-haired white boy, her face contorted in pleasure as she moaned loudly to the sky. It was one of the hottest days in the year, and the young couple was covered in sweat from hair to toe, but they showed no sign of fatigu...

Womankind According To One Man

by Samuelx on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

Whatever life holds in store for me, one thing I know for sure. People who don't keep their word aren't worth keeping. Doesn't matter if your relationship with them is work-related, school-related or romance of some sort. Trust me on that one. My name is Stevens, and I'm a young Black man of Haitian descent living in the Province of Ontario, Canada. I moved...

Beyond the Frangipani

by Scotsman69 on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Author's note: this is her valediction. My thanks to her for her editing skills, and everything else. This story has been published in 'Kerouac's Dog' magazine. ***** He stroked her slippy thigh as they sat at the pavement cafe sipping cheap local beer. The day was humid and grey, as the previous days had been: hot and sultry but unsunny on this busy trop...