When Lilith Met Eve...

When I was at a local hair salon, waiting to get my hair cut, a man pinged me on Scruff, "You're 15 feet away from me. His Scruff profile name was "It's Big." I asked, "How big?" "8 inches cut. How big are you?" "8 inches uncut. Are you aggressive? Do you know what to do with a gifted cocksucker?" "Yes." "Prove it." "My car is parked in the parking lot next to this building. It's a black BMW sedan with dark windows. I'll be in it in 2 minutes. Get in the back and I'll throat fuck you. You'll see how hot I am." I got in the back seat. He was very handsome, blue eyes and brown wavy hair. His pants and underwear were down. I leaned over and took his cock in my mouth. I flexed my throat muscles. He asked, "What are you doing to my cock? It feels amazing." I pulled off and said, "I'm using my throat muscles to massage your cock," then went all the way down on his cock

When most people think of swingers, a Muslim couple hailing isn't the first image that comes to mind. Take Nora Alwan for example. The six-foot-tall, dark-haired and brown-skinned, curvaceous Somali-Norwegian beauty was born in the City of Oslo, Norway, to a Somali immigrant father, accountant Nabil Alwan, and a Norwegian mother, University of Oslo professor emeritus Christine Schroder. Educated at Oslo Metropolitan University, Nora moved to the City of London, United Kingdom, to pursue a career in modeling and acting. Along the way, Nora became a series regular in the British action comedy series Detective Regina, and met her future husband, Bashir Redmond. It was a match made in heaven. Barrister and solicitor Bashir Redmond, a six-foot-four, broad-shouldered and athletic, ruggedly handsome Afro-British gentleman, was born in Watford, England, to a British father, Barrister Luther Redmond, and a Guinean Muslim immigrant mother, registered nurse Afifi Diallo-Redmond. While atten

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Chapter 9 So, we made sure to leave Becca a great tip ... and to let Wayne be the one to have the first-time experience of actually giving it to her. Her eyes really bugged as she saw it, too. A twenty percent or twenty-five percent tip was one thing, but a FIFTY PERCENT TIP? Hot damn, she was impressed by it. He was definitely her hero by now, and luckily for him, she didn't know his horrible past with waitstaff. Not yet. There were still restaurants that all but banned him for life for past awful conduct. "Wow, that feels good! I can't believe what a difference ... most waiters avoid me like the plague and I swear that sometimes, cooks have spat in my food and drink. I just couldn't prove it. This is a helluva good feeling! And I got at least a date out of it. A first date, no less. I'll just have to go to a place where my reputation isn't trash. Getting rid of the stench of being a bad tipper will take a while, won't it?" Wayne had the decency to

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Driving through the mountains to Suen's place was always a great journey. Beautiful scenery, the building of sexual tension and lots of time to think of the fun to come. Finding Suen was a stroke of undeniably good fortune. A chance encounter, followed by a realisation of not just the compatibility of our humour, thinking and physical attraction but also our needs and kinks. Perfect. A chaste lunch overlooking a lake, tapas and chat, the desire to take her, then and there, building till it was almost overwhelming. The next meeting, full of passion, exploration and confirmation of what we were about. Now as the miles tick passed, the smile of contemplation grew wider and wider. Today, this strong beautiful woman was going to be mine to command, today she was going to obey. The blue door opened only far enough to allow me in and shut quickly behind. There she stood, black basque, black stockings, heels, no panties, just as requested. Suen has shoulder length blonde hair and today i