Black hair Stories

It was the final year of my college, and I hadn't kissed a girl yet! This thought was large in my mind and one text conversation changed everything. There was this girl Dia in my class and even though she had a mean attitude she had a few hidden features. Her tits were spectacular, she was blessed with long dark, and silky hair. I decided that I would try my luck with her and steer the conversation towards a kiss. It star...

“I don’t get you,” said the blonde. “What?” asked her dark, natural-haired friend. “You always complain about your hair, yet you never cut it. Why?” “Reasons.” “Twenty years griping about this but ‘Reasons’. Okay.” Later that evening, while washing the dishes, Ms Reasons’ boyfriend reached around her and added to the workload. Her ass ground into him, halting his turning escape. “You’re forgetting something,” she said. He...

AVATAR Mutant John doesn’t smile much, but when he opens the door of his ground floor flat and sees me he beams so widely and toothily that he looks like someone else. I slip off my sunglasses, stow them in my bag, then look up at him. As we stand there it feels as if we are two shy people meeting on a first date. He goes to say something, shakes his great shaggy head, then smiles some more. Then he opens his arms. I cros...

Laura sighed, and looked around her, post orgasm. La petit mort was also la petit renaissance, and post climax everything looks different from the moment before. She distinguished more features in the women who had been pleasuring her, and wondered how many centuries they had been around. The fingers vanished beyond the grill, as their owners observed that they had done their magic. The disembodied voice spoke up again. “...

Laura took the ferry back to New Jersey more than an hour later, having walked all the way instead of taking the bus. She’d stopped on the way to get herself a chocolate chip frappe and some water from a Starbucks on Broadway. Chocolate had always been her friend when she was emotionally rocky. Becoming young and attaining a fantasy body did not mean that her habits had budged an inch. That would take more than a magic un...

Storm Clouds Laura stood up after draining her mocha to its chocolate lees. The Japanese girl clicked on the next episode of her anime, while she gave her another polite nod connoting goodbye, tossing her silken black ponytail hither and thither. Laura looked around for the trashcan and spotted it next to the door of the Starbucks. The Indian business boy gulped as Laura’s eyes met his, and then looked away. She got a dis...

Acclimatization The contract looked intimidating, but Laura was determined to do anything to hold on to her current newfound youth. If the Gods were this good, then she was sure that they wouldn’t shower this much goodness for naught or for a caprice of their baser selves. It was thick, and Laura knew that there would be fine print aplenty. She went over it the next several minutes. The devil usually was in the details. I...