Some people seem to have the idea that, because of the racial aspect of the things I have written, I must hate black women. One person even commented that all black women are not sluts. First of all, I want to say that I love all women. I love black women, white women, Asian women, and Spanish women. Any women who have taken offense to what I've written wit...
Special thanks to editor Hatsuada. In this segment of the Sinful Degrees of Separation in Beverly Hills the stunning seventy-five year old headmistress gets fucked by the enormous cock of the eighteen year old German transfer student. We also learn of her sexual side with females, such as an Asian storeowner and her husband's young teenage intern. *****...
We had met at the grocery store. "OMG it's my yoga teacher Mike" your sister squealed, "You need to meet him!" and she ran up to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I was tall, white, slim, grey hair at my temples and in my beard. I was wearing a dark suit and a big smile, my hand almost on your sister's ass while she pecked my cheek and hung her arms ar...
My wife kissed me on the cheek as she left the house to go clubbing with her girlfriends. She looked fabulous, as always, dressed in a low cut, short black dress, leather knee-high boots and black stockings. As soon as I saw her close the taxi door I raced upstairs to log onto the Internet. She went out with her friends every Friday and I would spend the who...
I met this girl who looks like a fish and smells like a fish. That's not as bad as it sounds, because I've always wanted a fishy girl. The story goes like this. I went to Vietnam for a two week vacation. I'd been there before, years earlier, and I felt nostalgic. Sounds normal, but it was supposed to be a lot more than a vacation. And a lot longer than two...
Ah, the life of a young brown Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. My name is Choukri Ali, and I was born in the neighborhood of Vanier to a Somali Muslim father, Ahmed Ali, and a Pakistani mother, Amina Khan. I'm used to people looking at me and my family. You don't see a lot of African Muslim men with South Asian wives, so my parents and I g...
Loud, unrecognizable techno thumped in the background while multicolored strobe lights flashed overhead. Simone took another long drag on her cigarette that added to the buzz she was already riding from snorting three lines on her way here. She leaned her head back enjoying the little wet bites Mallikai was lavishing on her bare shoulders. Wriggling her puss...
Chapter 2 - A NEW JOB Tuesday was the big day. I was starting my new job. Not that it was a career or anything, but it was better than some of my previous jobs. I had worked at Carl's Jr. (Hardee's in the rest of the U.S.) when I was in high school and the previous summer I had worked in the customer service department at a department store. The only thing...
The tanned Asian cowgirl moaned in lust as we walked back into the milk tea shop. Two people I didn't recognized were desperately trying to put the good little cow slut's clothes back on her to preserve some sort of dignity. "Excuse me, aren't you here for some milk tea?" I asked politely to the couple. The woman looked at, shaking her red hair out of her...
Hello, this is my first story. I did not want to make it long or go into extremely graphic scenes but I wanted to enter something for the contest just for the fun of it. Hope all enjoy and have a great Valentines Day. * Each man holds a crimson shaded heart-shaped container encased with his own personal flavor. There are five in all for me to taste, each o...