international stories and histories

First-person perspective -- Meilin, a petite Asian-American woman at UCLA. Kind of a mix between Chinese pornstars Lulu Chu and Kimmy Kim.
It was just after my late afternoon seminar when I felt the familiar buzz of my phone in my hand. I was walking across campus wearing a short flared skirt, my textbooks hugged to my tight chest, the sun low and golden against Royce Hall. My phone lit up....

This is a story which happened recently. We are a family of 3. I'm 23 years old. My Mom Azza was 43 and my dad was 48 years old. She had me when she was young.
My dad has always been busy for us with his high profile work. Finance was never an issue but we rarely spent time with him. From my remembrance from younger days it was always me and mom. Either dad came home too late or was out of town. I felt sorry for mom. She was a lovely lady. During my school days many fathers tried to flirt with her, she m...

Loco for Cancun! (Ch 3, the final chapter)
Sweating, I rushed back to my girl Coco after retrieving her sarong she left by the pool. Feeling no shame from the deed she just performed in public on a stranger, Coco strutted across the sand with a belly full of a stranger's cum. After watching my lady suck off Rufus, our new handsome "friend", I wondered how far we should have taken it....

Author's Note - Reader's Advisory
This is an interactive, choose-your-path erotic experience.
At pivotal moments, you -- the reader -- will decide for Tyler: the fiancé, the risk-taker, the man watching everything he loves unravel in real time.
Your choices will shape his journey through obsession, shame, loyalty, and lust....

Jonathan Part Two
My mouth dropped open. Why hadn't I guessed it? 'Of course he watches them you numpty! He's arranged it all. He arranged for, and stood aside for, his best friend to have his Wife and when that went 'tits up' he organized another suitable man to become his Wife's bed partner,' was my sudden realisation....

Holly was unusually comfortable in just her underwear with Samantha. They were in a warm, windowless room with an unusual incense scent wafting throughout. She supposed it was to be expected for a massage room. It was her first time getting a massage, and against her better judgment, she had invited Samantha to come along to make sure things went smoothly. Surely they'd have some safety in numbers. Though Holly could feel Samantha's gaze roving over her stacked body, it didn't bother her like it usually did...

The second, and final part of the story of love between a cancer survivor, and her longterm admirer. All characters are fictional, in their 20s & 30s.
I would recommend reading the first chapter first.
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Mum put both hands over her face, she wouldn't look at me but just said, "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," over and over....

Introduction- The following is a work of erotic fiction. I used a social political backdrop that has undertones of current events to create a scenario in which two people met under circumstances they otherwise probably never would have been exposed to. It is not meant to express any personal political views so please just read it for what it is: a story about interracial sex. Hope you enjoy....

While bartending at the golf course event, I was counting down to the time my manager said I could leave due to me not feeling well. I took the manager up on her offer, left my shift early, and headed straight back to Desmond's. On my drive, I began thinking of my ways to keep the second life I was creating for myself secretive. I also began to think back to ten years prior when I had my brief affair with my black neighbor Bryce. I was still curious where he was today and puzzled why he didn't pursue me aga...

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This story contains explicit adult content involving fictional characters, all 18 or older. All intimate scenes are consensual. Reader discretion is advised.
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(This story is part of the "Fixing Desires" series. New readers can start here or find earlier chapters on my profile.)
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Friday's afternoon sun baked the concrete around the pool until it felt like walking on a stovetop. Brian stood near the shallow end, squinting through the glare off the water. He leaned over the edge with a sk...

Roommate's Gravity
Arrival
Tim doesn't remember what the sun looked like that day, only how the air inside the dorm building clung to my skin. Everything felt slightly off. The walls were too white, the air too dry, the hallway too quiet -- except for the dull thump of a bassline echoing from upstairs....

The winds, waves and souls of all of earth's creatures make it a habit of influencing in humanity's path, but even these must bow before forces above even them. Things which answer to no man or woman, even those must answer and bow before the gods. Plentiful are those gods and many only look inside their own lands, on their own people's, where they're content with that which they themselves control and act as custodians over....

The sea always calms me. It's a quiet sort of companionship, predictable, endless, just out of reach. I sat back in the deep cushions of my garden lounger, one hand curled around the stem of a wine glass, the other lazily stroking the silky throw draped over my legs. The late afternoon sun had started to slide west, washing everything in gold, from the tops of the dune grass to the pale stone of my terrace....

Author's Note
This is the next chapter in the final series of the Elysium Trilogy. If you haven't yet, I suggest you read Part 1 and Part 2, although you do not need to have read the previous two parts to be able to completely understand the story (or enjoy the sex!), so don't let the size of this series intimidate you. You are welcome to start here and go back later or simply continue from here. If you like what you read here, there's plenty more in the previous two books!...

Author's Note:
This is the first in a long, ongoing series chronicling one man's rise to power, wealth, and total dominance -- and the very specific talents he used to get there. It's erotic fantasy, not a manifesto. So relax, enjoy, and don't take it too seriously.
K xx
Prologue: Daisy Dean vs AJ Long...

The sun was already high in the sky when Cat awoke on Monday morning.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she stretched, feeling the warmth surge through her flawless body.
Her voluptuous figure, a testament to decades of meticulous maintenance and a genetic gift, remained as tantalizing as the her younger years....

Preface: This is a short fantasy story I wrote. Though my wife naturally has black hair, I can picture her with blonde hair and a cute yellow satin dress. I imagine myself as the white male in the story.
Beginning:
Goldilocks was a beautiful woman with blonde hair and a frilly yellow dress. She was having afternoon tea with her friend Jill. When Jill was young, her brother Jack had a famous incident involving a hill....

This story is purely fantasy just another to add to this great site. If you don't like the story just move on and refrain from negative comments!
Themes of Interracial sex between black man white female also Anal and breeding with watersports! If any of these themes you don't like I am sorry!
Jane the main character in this story is an attractive thirty two year old white lady! Brown hair green eyes slim but with a shapely body! With large firm butt 36 E breasts five foot six and turns heads!...

Once Dan left for work in the morning, I occupied my summer days taking care of my two young daughters. We did normal things like go to the beach, park, arts & crafts, and library story times. However, I always felt guilty because regardless of how much I loved being a mom, whenever I had a moment, I'd be on my phone. I became obsessed with looking up men with big black cocks fuck white women. I imagined myself as the white woman. When I had a moment to myself while at home, I would crank up my hidden big b...

Malik laid naked atop his new $6000 California king bed, adorn with $1200 Versace sheets below a crystal chandelier. Just a few of the luxuries that he had treated himself to since taking over the campus drug dealing trade. With minimal police activity on the affluent campus and the lack of any rivals left who dared oppose him in the drug business, Malik's business was flourishing like an invasive species with no natural predators. Also unrivaled was Malik's interactions with the ladies on campus....

Chapter 6
Deanna: Lewis canceled lunch and told me to grab anything I wanted to take from my office as I wasn't coming back. Rodney had scheduled a couple of appointments for me that afternoon and another one after dinner although it wasn't a sleepover. The rest of the week was crowded with appointments as well, each day followed by a night with Lewis at his apartment. I fucked a lot my first full week as a white whore wife for black men....

Solemn without excuse, our sacred ritual. Sacred, hallowed, secret, libidinous, true. I will guide you again into your journey of self-discovery. And your joy will appear to you as bright and revelatory as the first time. It is your ambition, your breath, your prayer.
I prepare my body, and my mind, and my soul. I take the trouble to do a thorough, cleansing enema. Crude and prosaic perhaps, but nevertheless judicious and propitious. And actually quite stimulating in its way. Then I shower to emerge in p...

Demolished.
The sun painted soft gold across the sleek marble countertops, glinting like liquid heat, catching in the shimmer of fingerprint-free polish. Outside, the pool rippled in lazy waves, throwing light across the kitchen walls like the memory of movement. Everything about the Whitmore home was curated -- sharp lines, designer touches, the kind of silence that came with wealth and walls too thick for conversation. From the outside, it was picture-perfect....

This is Samantha again. Dan and I have now been married about 25 years, we have 2 daughters, and we live in a beautiful suburban town. We live the "American Dream" but I recently started seeing a therapist to cope with my mental wellness. During my sessions, I began to share stories of my infidelities. It's been the first time I have spoken to anyone about my many discreet affairs. It's amazing to think how wholesome Dan still thinks I am when I think back at all of the times I have secretly cheated on him....

Jonathan - Part One
I now had a clearer view of the history between Melanie, Jonathan and Nathaniel, if only from Mel's perspective. However, as I drove back to Bromley from Sevenoaks I couldn't help thinking about Jonathan and the dynamics between him, his Wife Mel, her Black Boyfriend Nat, and little Julie. One thing I did know was that Jon, as Melanie referred to him, was a cuckold of some years....

"DADDY!"
That was the first thing Andrew heard as he walked in his front door and pulled off his boots, followed by frantic footfalls echoing through the house. Seconds later, he turned just in time to be tackled by what appeared to be a mass of wild blonde hair. Despite the force of the impact, Andrew instinctively wrapped his arms around his attacker and held her close like the treasure she was....

Friday morning arrived. The big day. I got up and went to work and Theresa got into the shower. Should be a normal day, right? Wrong. Later in the morning I got a pic from Diane via text. It was her holding a giant vibrator on Theresa's pussy. I could see her mouth was wide open which indicated a screaming orgasm. Theresa texted me a little while later with a great pic of the same vibrator on Diane's pussy and her squirting across the room. Looks like our guest bedroom is going to need some serious cleanup....

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This story contains explicit adult content involving fictional characters, all 18 or older. All intimate scenes are consensual. Reader discretion is advised.
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Brian hated how tight his khakis had gotten. At 39 years old, the summer heat hit him harder these days, and every step up the staircase of Solara Bay Apartments made his thighs chafe, his navy polo pulling up just enough to flash a sliver of his soft, pale belly. His big 6'2" frame huffed like a freight train, his broad shoulders stretc...

Two years later, I still secretly loved the stares we got. People looked at my family like they were trying to do math in my head, like there was some reason other than the obvious that my 5- and 7-year old kids looked like my Japanese husband, and my toddler was half black.
Of course, our friends and families knew the story. That my husband Takeshi was a willing and eager cuckold, who asked another man to be my bull, taking control over my body, fucking me whenever he wanted to, and eventually giving me...

This story is purely fictional, forged by the joining of something I saw on TV, and someone I saw in a cafe.
It could fit into romance, but not Mature as the age gap in 27-33, so as Denise is black..... here we are.
Please note that the MC's object of desire has had a mastectomy, if you don't like this.... look elsewhere....