My mother rewarded me for doing well in my first year at university by organizing a holiday to stay with her sister. My mother was 40 and her sister a few years younger and living in some sort of hippie community up the coast with plenty of surfing and swimming and sun. My aunt and uncle picked me up from the train and we drove to their house. We drove off t...
Helena was not surprised at how fatigued she was after swimming the short distance between the two islands. She knew that the combination of alcohol and such vigorous rutting had drained her. As she waded near the shore, she glanced down at her sex. The water of the lake had rinsed away most of the Coca Cola mixed with semen from her vagina, but more semen t...
Before you read this, I want you to know something. I am absolutely not a bad person. I see people of all races as people. I don't normally have weird fetishes. You see I grew up in a racially diverse, wonderfully family-oriented environment. My name is Evelyn Marguerite Jacobs and I'm a lifelong resident of Boston, Massachusetts. I grew up in a city where p...
Is there such a thing as too much sex? We here at Prince of the Perverts Incorporated certainly don't think so. Which is why we have a bevy of hot stories for you. Men and women in all kinds of situations. Getting down and dirty. Our stories are narrated by Brother Samuel, America's favorite big and tall bisexual black male adventurer. The defender of Men's...
The name is Mohammed Youssef. I'm a big and tall young Black man living in the town of Mogadishu in the Nation of Somalia. I'm here to tell you the truth about the War Against the Undead. The War against the Zombies. In the movies and poorly written novels, whenever the Zombies rise, they're always attacking someplace fancy like North America or Europe. In r...
I hadn't really fooled around with guys too much back when I was twenty. I was enrolled in college, but I commuted from home, so I never had any wild dorm night experiences. Thinking back to those days, there is one experience that I often think about when I am touching myself, and it really turns me on to think back to that night. When I was twenty, my you...
The look on Bashirah Sharif's face as I slid my eight-inch, uncircumcised ebony cock out of her asshole was all the thanks I needed. The tall Black woman lay naked on the bed, legs spread, bound by thick steel chains as were her slender but firm arms. I smiled, and asked her how she felt. It took her a moment to answer, and honestly I don't blame her. I just...
Sometimes, I honestly wonder why so many otherwise decent and smart people do the crazy shit they do. Seriously. I think some human beings are immune to the effects of logic. And as much as it pains me to say it, I think I’m one of them. Sometimes, I simply cannot resist my darkest impulses. I come from a family of people with good looks, high intelligence a...
My name is Ibrahim Al-Mahdi. I am a six-foot-tall, lean and athletic guy with light bronze skin, curly Black hair and dark eyes. I was born in the City of Khitan in Kuwait, one of the wealthiest Arab countries out there. My family has been living in the region of Ontario, Canada, since the 1980s. I consider the City of Ottawa my home. Even though I was raise...
This is a stand alone story. However, the main character is from It is Always the Quiet on Part 1 and 2. Many thanks to Tigersman for editing. ***** One evening in November 1980, two months after the beach trip and one week after Ronald Reagan beat Jimmy Carter in the presidential election, Becky asked Steven about their plans to go see his parents in a co...