My name is Fabiola Valentia Etienne. I'm a big black woman of Haitian descent. I'm a five-foot-ten, large-breasted, thick-bodied, wide-hipped and big-bottomed black woman who is very proud of every inch of her body. I weigh exactly two hundred and sixty pounds. I'm healthy, happy, and successful. By day, I'm a student-athlete at Bayden State College in the w...
It was late Friday afternoon at work and nothing was getting done. I had been sitting in my office attempting to visit a few of my favorite internet sites but unfortunately found that our new IT guy had done a reprehensibly good job at blocking access to anything even remotely interesting. Finally giving up, I vowed to improve my hacking skills and try again...
Smoke from Annika's cigarette curled upwards in that peculiar way that it does when the air in a room is perfectly still; rippling slowly at the base from the heat, then straightening into a long, twisting line until it permeates the atmosphere, ceasing to exist. She sat in the dark, staring at the computer screen, one hand on the mouse, the other holding a...
When Marjorie Etienne moved to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, from her hometown of Quartier Morin, northern Haiti, the six-foot-tall, curvaceous Haitian beauty found the place kind of lackluster. For a supposed national capital, it was kind of lacking and the locals seemed to be a bit on the boring side. Marjorie, who came to the City of Ottawa to study Nursin...
After Tommy came in my mouth and all over my face I licked him clean, then hustled him to the door. “My husband will be home any minute now!” I intentionally didn’t clean his cum off my face. Instead I made him kiss me on the lips, taste his own cum on my lips. Then I hustled him out the door. I was still standing in the living room in just my thigh-hi’s...
Reagan was horny. Well, Reagan was always horny. She didn't quite know why, but she knew that it hadn't seemed to be quenched in her four years of college. And her friend Michael wasn't helping her situation. His calls and emails and instant messages didn't alleviate her wetness. It just caused more. More desires. More fantasies. More realities. He was a...
Chapter 10: Snap I followed Joe to a less crowded area, where he slipped into a men's room. I was sure he'd chosen this particular john because of its remoteness. I felt positive I was right about Joe, that he needed to masturbate after what he saw. Giving him enough time to get comfortable, I looked round and found the hall empty, to which I opened the bat...
Both Hasheena and Harlina replied to my mails and wrote that they were turned on very much and had to use their fingers to relieve their horny feelings. I began to call Hasheena as Hasheena Macchi as her niece Johara called her. Macchi in Tamil means aunt's daughter. Hasheena Macchi sent me a picture of Johara and she looked good. She had small boobs but a v...
According to some of the most sacred tenets of Islam, anal sex is considered haram or forbidden. For a Muslim woman to engage in this is wicked. I feel quite guilty for indulging in this type of sexual activity with my biracial Christian lover Adam Stephens, but I can’t stop because it feels so damn good. Seriously, the young Black man who rescued me from a...
You wake up and greedily suck the air into your lungs, to find it oppressive and humid. Where are you? You flex your fingers and toes, and realize you're bound and spread. The rope feels like vine and chafe your skin as you try to escape, and the hard bedding underneath touches your nude back like the unmistakable waxiness of large jungle leaves. Somewhere b...