For my first six months in the gym, a girl I saw working out was one I assumed I should avoid. She was always alone, some earbuds plugged into her head and doing a lightweight machine press. She definitely had some black in her genes, maybe a quarter or half. At her early to mid twenties, she was fit, but not the kind of fit where you can see her ribs nor wa...
Born in the City of Winnipeg, Manitoba, to an Anishinaabe First Nations father, Louis Okunnug, and an Irish-Canadian mother, Eileen O'Reilly, Lilianna Okunnug grew up torn between two completely different worlds. After the divorce was finalized, Lilianna's mother returned to the City of Galway, Ireland, and raised her there. At the age of eighteen, Lilianna...
She bit her lip, and with gathered strength, she pushed him away. He stumbled back. "What's wrong?" He asked. She looked away from him, down at the floor. "This is insane. I can't do this." He ran his fingers through his hair. He heard the uncertainty in her voice and the shakiness. "I'm sorry. You're right...." He started. She kept her head turned a...
This story comes from a few years when in my late twenties I did a little bit of escorting and pro domming. This is a tale from one of my meetings as a pro domme with a client. Seeing a regular client was always a preference for me. For a start with pro domming I was quite picky in who I took on as a booking. Regular clients were also more fun as you could...
Meet Tommy Brown, a big and tall young Black man living in the City of Detroit, Michigan. He's thirty two years old, has a bachelor's degree in business management from the University of Michigan and an MBA from the University of Detroit-Mercy. The brother works for the City of Detroit Department of Public Works as an Auditor and makes real good money, we're...
Nothing quite like coming home to my lady at the end of a battle-weary day, folks. My name is Alan James Voltaire, A.J. to my friends, and I was born in the City of Cap-Haitien, Haiti, and raised in the City of Montreal, Quebec. My parents James and Marie Voltaire moved with my siblings and I to provincial Quebec in the tumultuous 1980s. I came to the City...
Rita Martin pulled aside the curtain and looked out on the street where she knew Daryl, her studly live-in boyfriend, would be driving to reach their apartment. She knew it was silly for her to watch for him, because he would get there when he felt like it, but she had a certain need and only his long, thick cock could alleviate it, and only when it was plun...
Sharon Jameson stretched out on her belly on the patio chaise. She tugged gently at her bikini swimsuit bottom, which had crept up a bit too tightly between her legs and threatened to leave an unwanted crease mark alongside her pussy. It was a good day for her to add to her already attractive tan, and to give some serious thought to the current state of her...
And I'm back. I hope you guys like this chapter. :) ***** I watched Dylan's mother peel an apple for me to eat. It had to be perfect and beautiful because according to Korean custom, pregnant women should eat beautiful and pure foods for a pure and healthy baby. She was getting to enjoy her heritage and I was learning a lot about her and my husband. "When...
This story was greatly inspired by the song "Your Love" by The Outfield. Great 80's song that I listened to one night and said "Hey, why not." This is also my first shot at a story and I admitted I didn't get an editor to look at it. So feel free to hack it to bits in the comments. I'm sure it needs it. ********** She was supposed to be somewhere else. Chr...