Paul loved his wife, Phoebe. He loved her quick wit and high intelligence. He loved her bright brown eyes. He loved her long, brown hair and her athletic body. He loved the way she kept herself nice for him. He loved her easy smile and her southern drawl. And best of all, Phoebe loved to fuck, and wanted her pussy filled every night Paul was home. So why was...
My cellphone buzzed like an angry wasp. I snatched it up, my hair freshly dried with the blow-dryer. It was almost to mid-back, a nice shiny black with red highlights in it. "Yeah!" "Motherfucker, you're supposed to be down here already!" "Alright, Sasha. Can't a man shit, shower, and shave in peace?" "You're about a slow-ass bitch. You end up looking pr...
Whatever you do, don't call me Manny. I absolutely hate it. What kind of name is that for a chick anyways? If you know what's good for you, you'll address me by my proper name Manal Muhammad. When I said that, the pudgy teacher's assistant glared at me balefully, a look of simmering anger filling his reddened face. His blue eyes were like ice cubes. I could...
Hello, everybody! My name is Dahab Mokhtar, and I am a woman with a story to share with you. I was born in the City of Bareg, in the Asir Province of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. My family moved to the City of Ottawa, the Capital of Canada, eleven years ago. I am twenty three, and in six months I will graduate from the University of Ottawa with my Master's d...
A few years after I graduated from high school, I took PE swimming classes at the local university. There were only six of us girls in the class, and we would walk over to the university pool in the afternoon and swim with the frosh class and, more or less, blended in with everybody else. Our swim instructor was very pregnant and, after six months, we were t...
A few months ago, I met this cute gal at Wal-Mart, and I decided to make her mine. Samira was her name, and this tall, curvaceous and deliciously big-bottomed Arab cutie looked simply gorgeous in a modest Hijab coupled with dark pants, and the drab blue uniform that all Wal-Mart workers are required to wear. I see pretty girls of all hues and faiths in the C...
How is a guy supposed to move on, when he's practically the only one of his kind? My name is Adam Javier, and I'm a guy living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. I wish I could say I was a regular guy living a regular life, but that would be lying. You see, back in the 1980s, a Canadian scientist named Madeline Adelson created this top secret formula which inc...
How a White Haired Gent Charms the Panties off the Schoolmarm Who knew she was so rowdy? First off, let me reassure you that being a schoolteacher has a bad reputation. Women who teach school are not the prudes that most perceive them to be. We simply have to behave like that because our profession demands it. However, there are times in our lives when we...
Ladies and gentlemen, the discoveries we make about our significant others quite often change the way we feel about them. Sometimes, that can actually be a good thing. Yesterday I discovered something in my boyfriend Solomon Al-Rashid's apartment which forever changed my opinion of him. I've always thought of men from the African and Arab worlds as macho, do...
The four of us had been roommates since freshman year here at U of F. Ever since the first time we were assigned to room together we got along great. There was Paul, Bret, Jim and me David. Paul was a swimmer with a swimmers body. Basically a hairless body from the neck down mostly due to swimming. He had dark wavy hair and a strong ruggedly handsome face....