I've felt for a long time now that I should give my perspective on the events and theories that have developed surrounding my wife Diane and our marriage. First of all, as her husband, I take absolutely no credit for her professional work, and won't attempt to add to it. As a PhD, her academic research is hers and hers alone, no matter if I drink Black men's...
She was like no woman I had ever seen before. She walked into a room and everyone's eyes were on her. She just had that incredible presence that just lit up the room and everyone just wanted to be around her. I was working behind the bar of a trendy club when I first saw her saunter in on her long legs, swaying her hips in a short dress. She walked over to t...
My name is Stephen Voltijer. I am a big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I'm originally from Brockton, Massachusetts. I've been here about a year and lately, and you could say that I've been having a tough time. I had a hard time transferring into Carleton University from Bay State College. But th...
Sitting in Starbucks, I was relaxing after my first week of work at a new job. It was a new part of town for me, and I wasn't very familiar with my new surroundings, but I felt comfortable pulling into the coffee shop, even though all of the other businesses clearly catered to the Latino population that they served. As I sipped on my caramel ribbon crunch f...
Tarue stood nude before the full length mirror in her cell. The mirror was perfect of surface, evenly silvered. It was the work of several skilled, careful craftsmen to cast such a device. It was an expensive luxury. She would have marveled at when she was a novice. For a Priestess of Worship it was a necessity. She must always have a clear, unclouded view...
Author note: Cute winter tale about two lovely ladies on Christmas. I hope you all don't mind a Christmas story in the middle of July - I've been in the mood for carol singing lately (haha!). *** Part One: That's Not An Angel! The church was tiny and made up of old stone, inside it was quiet and held a brightly lit passage. What decorated the small span w...
Milton woke up the next morning in a daze. What the hell happened? Had that been real? Had he really engaged in a role play with a former student, in his own classroom? And that student, the one who had grown into the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life...had she really made him cum in his pants, then crawl to her and eat her out, then made him...
NOTE: This text might be better enjoyed if you have an understanding of Brahminical liturgy, Hindu texts and classical Sanskrit literature. However, this is not mandatory as long as you can make the connect between the contradictions in the two narratives. I have added references in the footnotes to guide you. ***** The morning sun is still a balmy orange....
Amy laid down next to Tim exhausted. “Tim, now I want you to suck on ALL that cum you just shot in my pussy.” Tim without a word placed his mouth on her trimmed pussy and began to suck and lick her hot organ. “That's good. You love this pussy, don't you?” Amy had always liked the way her husband eat her out, but now it was the power trip getting her off. “D...
Stereotypes are an unfortunate fact of human life, I'm afraid. We've all got them about other people, and they have them about us. However, I don't think they should be discounted because most of them have their source in some obscure truth. My name is Jefferson O'Shea. A young Irishman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I moved to the Province of Ontari...