I suppose it's difficult to imagine a girl with a rather large penis. Don't worry. I'm not trying to get you to believe me. I just want to tell my story. I'm tired of not having anyone to share it with. I find it difficult to tell someone about it, face to face. Now, if you ladies out there with a cock have made friends, and they know about it, I envy you! H...
Always hold your head high when walking in the sea of hostility, I say to my grandson Djohar "Joe" Pierrot. Thanks grandma, the six-foot-tall, honey-colored young man says as he gently kissed my forehead. With a sigh, he pulled away from me. Tugging at his collar, he straps on his backpack and gets ready to leave. Enjoy your classes at U of T, I shout to him...
Man, I simply can't get enough of them Somali women. Seriously. The name is Sylvester Saint Pierre. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I lived in the town of Boston for most of my life and in the state of Massachusetts we don't have too many Continental African immigrants. Most Black folks you...
I cinched the soft restraint around Jack's right ankle. He was stretched out, spread eagled, in four-point restraints. The soft morning light passed through the shear drapes casting soft shadows across the king sized bed and highlighted my bound lover's body lying on the contrasting dark sheets. My hand was still on Jack's ankle as I looked up and admired my...
Day three. I was a bit more nervous, so I arrived earlier than usual. I got there about 10 minutes before class started. Because I was so early, I was the first one to arrive. I walked to my usual spot in the second row, and put my bag next to my chair. Before being seated, I took a big breath and readied myself for what I was about to do. The reason I w...
I can't believe this is actually happening. As I look down I see my bikini bottoms pulled to the side just enough to allow his thick penis to slide frantically in and out of my very wet vagina. He is thrusting almost uncontrollably with his full weight on me while tightly holding my wrists down against the couch cushions. He has fire in his eyes almost like...
Black. Biracial. Mixed-race. At some point, I've used all of these terms to describe myself. Today I am only me. Wanda Beaumont. Friends call me W.B. for short. I was born in the City of Toronto, province of Ontario, to a Haitian mother and Irish-Canadian father. My biological father Sean O'Leary never married my mother, and in fact, he had to be forced by t...
I guess sooner or later it had to happen. It had crept up on me, real sneaky like. I had been noticing these white, hardened patches starting to grow on my foreskin, exactly on the edge that protrudes the most when my dick is at rest. But I didn't think much of it. As a tennis pro I've had calluses on my hands and feet all my life. So I was used to that. You...
Master Tony picked up the pruning shears and playfully snipped them a half-inch in front of my nose, turned to my wrists and cut the pink and green plastic ties. It had been a difficult two-hour modeling session, bent over with my wrists bound to a ballet bar and my shorts pulled down below my knees. Aika snapped endless shots from different angles, whil...
The Craigslist title was almost too good to be true. Two Dom Tops. Not only that, but they lived less than five miles away from me! I had never answered a Craigslist add before, but I answered this one and I am glad I did. Living in a small, rural community does not bode well for someone craving male-to-male sex. Evidently, it does not bode well for two buy...