Taboka lost himself in the liquid brown pools of his wife's eyes, inches above his, swiping away her tears. Their bodies bucked as one beneath the thatch, fiery fingers of African sunset piercing gaps in the mud brick walls, painting her perspiring skin copper. Tracing lines of light to her breasts, he cupped. Squeezed with each thrust, losing control at her defenceless beauty, pulsing inside her velvet furrow. Her heart...

I awaken alone in my tent, realizing I must have dozed off lying beside Josh. Shaking off the grogginess from my nap, I see something draped across my open hand. Oh my goodness, it is a beaded headpiece! Kioko strikes again. That man is a stealthy one. I am a pretty light sleeper, but somehow he manages to sneak in and out of my tent without stirring me.  Sitting up, I examine the eye-catching headpiece. It is tightly wov...

He holds my face firmly within his hands and says something to me that I cannot understand. But, I do understand the look of worry marking his striking face. This man wants to be my protector. Others before him didn't care enough and I momentarily ache, before brushing those memories back to the dark corners of my mind. God how I wish I could express in his language how cherished he has made me feel. I will have to find o...

I rise up on my knees, naked except for the beads he gave me. He removes his koteka as he kneels in front of me. His untamed essence shatters my senses. My clit is on fire, pussy dripping, and he hasn't even touched me yet. I can't help but stare - his beautiful black cock is so big. Somehow, I knew it would be. Kioko grazes the sides of my face with the back of his hands in the most intimate way. I am afraid of making a...

Ashley shifted to her right side. As she was lying on her sleeping mat in our tent, I admired the gorgeous look of her twenty-eight-year-old body, dressed in a beautiful knee-length nightgown, bra and panties, in the moonlight, which highlighted her lovely, strawberry blond hair. We had been married for three years since we graduated from college and started successful careers at medium-sized, local companies. It was the...

As you will all know well, it’s an extremely common fantasy amongst white women to have sex with black men, and that many white men (including myself) love watching our wives or girlfriends be fucked by African men.The reason why I’m writing is that my wife and I returned to the States in 2017 after four years of living in Lagos (we had a villa off of Bishop Olunole Street on Victoria island, not far from the Villa Angeli...

It was an unbearably hot day and Maria Atkins’ body was perspiring heavily, causing droplets of sweat to trickle down her milky-white skin. She placed her key in the front door lock. Turning it without effort, she made her way through the doorway after another long day at college. She threw her satchel down on the couch before heading to the fridge. She took out a cold bottle of water and brought it to her mouth. Gulping...

Whilst making love, my husband would often say something like, "Julie, baby, you are so hot. I wish I could see you take care of a young stud and see the look on his face as he tasted your sweet nectar." This little expression would make me, as well as my husband, rise to a higher state of arousal. He never really pushed the issue, so I was never sure if it was just a way of getting us hornier or if he had a fantasy of re...

Abraham lived in a country in the Persian Gulf. Originally from a poor country in sub Saharan Africa, he had been sent to the Gulf to earn money and send some of it back home for his extended family at a young age. Here in the Gulf, things were very tough. He had to share a room with twelve other men. Conditions were very cramped and unhygienic, food was bad and work was very tough. Abraham used to feel very isolated and...