I woke the next morning with a huge smile still on my face from my encounter with Deej the previous day. It was Saturday today so I doubted whether I would get a chance to see Deej like that today but I wasn't about to give up hope that easily. I got up leaving Ken in bed snoozing and headed for the shower, I discarded my little white nightie at the door to...
My name is Cynthia Wilson. And I'm the whitest black chick you've ever met. Tall, slender, brown-skinned and green-eyed. The daughter of a biracial businessman and an African-American supermodel. I was born into wealth and privilege, and I'm sorry to say that I was quite stuck-up because of that. Also, I was one of those privileged black women who looked dow...
They call me Zainab Al-Jafaari and I have a wondrous tale of intrigue, betrayal, lust and power worthy of the thousand and one nights, only without the Caliph Harun Rashid to hear it. I am from the city of Al-Nasiriyah, a city in Southern Iraq, which is famous for two things. Our city gave birth to both the Iraqi Ba'ath party and the Iraqi Communist Party, a...
By Aleq de Satyr Prologue My name is Octavia, Tavia for short. I am a 47 year old non-conformist Social Scientist. I was on my way home to Denver, Colorado, after attending a seminar in Santa Fe New Mexico, when I decided to stop over in Taos for a short rest. I am also a Feminist activist, sex enthusiast, educator, herbalist, and writer. My face is au...
Chapter 1: Sunday mass Brenda Simmons was bored. It was a steamy Sunday afternoon in August, and she had the house to herself. Her husband, Brad, had been sent out of town on business for two weeks and their two kids, ages 6 and 4, were spending the week with their grandparents 90 miles away. Brenda made herself a light breakfast and thought about her day...
Denise stared out at the dense foliage zipping by the dusty window of her 4X4 and wondered to herself for the umpteenth time what she was doing here. The response as always was almost immediate ... a shot at the General Manager's post for the Indian sub-continent. As she watched the harsh landscape pass her by, she thought back on her journey to this place...
As previously revealed, Dana was Africanized that first night during the four day retreat at Niga Falls near the more famous Owu Falls. During my conversation with Hart and his daughter, Candy, it became even more eerie to hear what had happened with her that first night and how Candy had lost her innocence to black African lust. Although Dana was more invit...
To the reader: It has been five years since I penned Dee's Naughty Descent. I recommend that you read the original Dee's Naughty Descent before reading Part 2. However, I included some crossover paragraphs. I want to stress that Dee is a real person. This story is in part what she related to me. In many ways, she is the example of the sexually liberated woma...
In a span of just two years, my life and that of my wife Ann, has taken a dramatic turn. While neither of us could be painted conservatives, our sex life was not very daring. We were a married couple who were shocked when we found out that a couple close to us had split up after the wife caught her husband with a little on the side. Ann had inquired if I had...
It was about ten o'clock on a warm, summer-like morning in southern California. As Jonathan looked out his second floor bedroom window, he could see his neighbor, Veronica. She had already come out onto her patio and was lying on a lounge chair catching some rays. Jonathan studied how the sun, reflecting off Veronica's tanned Latino skin, was in sharp contra...