The myth about black men and the size of their equipment is just that; a myth, probably exacerbated by the porn industry. I know—sadly not first-hand—because I've researched it for a commissioned article. If I was solely after big dicks to fulfil my seemingly insatiable appetite for sex, statistically speaking I'd have moved to Ecuador ages ago. There's nothing spectacular, per se, about Owen's dick as I ride him. He plun...

Justine flicked her blonde tresses aside and wedged the phone between her cheek and shoulder. “I can meet you in a bit. Like, half ten? Mom reminded me to water Mr. Turner's plants early.” She scrabbled in her cutoffs for the key and lined it up with the back door lock, laughing. “Yeah yeah, that hot guy to our left.” She swung the door and stepped through into the kitchen, the most striking feature being it was so clean...

Her thumb was out, but it wasn't the first thing Warren noticed. Had there been any other traffic besides his BMW on the tree-lined state highway, her figure would have stopped it. Honeyed hair, the same hue as the endless scorched road surface upon which he'd been travelling, tumbled down her back and brushed the exposed strip of midriff below the loose hem of her white vest top. Stunning. And that was before his gaze ve...