"Please?" she begged, her hand outstretched as she cowered in the corner of her cage. Her platinum blonde curls were nearly white as they framed her pale face. Her skin was the color of alabaster and she looked like a goddess. Her body was perfection; her breasts perfect mounds, her legs long and lush. Her lips bright red trembled as she spoke. Her other arm...
I love the taste of Arab pussy in the morning, I thought to myself as I spread my sweetie Safiya Mahmoud's thick, sexy legs and inhaled her cunt's sharp scent. Eagerly I buried my face between her legs, and began eating her pussy like a hungry man. The bed shook as Safiya moaned and groaned while I pleasured her. "Slow down, Yousef, no need to rush," Safiy...
Okay, so I was sitting at my favorite computer inside the Carleton University library when I learned from the client liaison officer of Securitas Canada that I was fired from Bell Canada, supposedly because someone thought they saw me sleeping in the ladies room. What the fuck? I looked at my cellphone like it was possessed and shot the bearded Arab libraria...
Chapter 3: A Call During Sunday Lunch Note to Reader: Thanks for being with us! Sharing story pretty much as it happened – helpful to read earlier chapters first. Appreciative of your vote and feedback! Her son, home from college got up to take the call in the kitchen. Son, please tell the caller that we are finishing our family lunch with our guests from...
"I don't want you to go back to Nova Scotia," Steve Jean-Baptiste said to Jacqueline Collier, as the two of them lay in bed, after a night of steamy sex. Outside Steve's apartment, located in the Overbrook area of Vanier, Ontario, snow fell steadily. The curvy, chocolate-skinned young African-Canadian woman tenderly stroked her lover's handsome face and kiss...
Who was Ms. Mazarine? She was a quiet, focused woman. She was a handler for what was likely the most prestigious 'spy' company in the world. She could type at 120 words per minute while humming Mozart's 9th symphony in C major, and she was on a high-protein diet that lent itself almost beautifully to her physical appearance. Mazarine wasn't a shy woman,...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is the first chapter of a long semi-autobiographical tale about my search for sexual identity. Since some of the characters are real people, I've changed all the names to protect the innocent. And while you might be tempted to look for vacation rentals on Vecino Beach (see chapters 3 and 6), don't bother. I made it up as a convenient stan...
My name is Bianca Sonel Pierre. I'm a young woman of French descent living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. When I'm not taking business education classes at the Metro Boston Institute of Technology, I'm usually out in the city having some fun like only I can. I've got some time to kill, so I thought we'd get to know each other a little bit. Ever since...
JOHN: Penny meet Tom. Tom meet Penny. PENNY: Nice to meet you, Tom. TOM: Yeah. Me too. Pleasure. JOHN: I brought Tom over here to meet you because he needs your assistance, Penny. PENNY: Okay. What KIND of assistance? TOM: Geez, Johnny. This is a bad idea. JOHN: No it isn't, man! Just relax, and let ME handle it, okay? TOM: Fine, but... JOHN: Okay, P...
I walked into the room at the magic hour, backlit as the sun set behind me. I closed the door, and you lit up, happy to see me. It had been too long since we were last alone. You liked my sundress. I did too. I liked it so much that it was the only article of clothing I had on. As you walked toward me I put my hand up in front of me, palm out. You automatica...