"Well, look who we have here." Clint Folsom knew without even looking up that Inspector Sigmund Frist had recognized him. "Hello, Sig," he answered, gesturing for his old acquaintance to take a seat in one of the velvet-upholstered barrel chairs in the Alexander Lounge. It was after dinner on the MS River God. The ship was still tied to the dock at Rudeshe...
Don't believe in stereotypes, they're not worth anything! If anyone tells you different, don't believe him or her. Just ask me. My name is Kelvin Monpoint, and I'm a brother with a story to share with you. I hear a lot of trash talk about bisexual men in the Black Community. As an openly bisexual man of Haitian descent, I find all that crap ridiculous. Serio...
*This is a sequel to a "Friend Made Me His Bitch" It's been a month since I had a guy in my ass for the first time ever. And honestly, it's been a damn good month in my opinion. We spent every weekend fucking and playing video games since that was the only time his parents would be out and his sister is still at college. It was another sunny day and I...
My name is Bernard Brown and I am a big and tall black guy. A lot of people think that if you are a big guy, then your life is miserable and lonely and you don't get any fun. That's so lame, seriously! When you describe a miserable person with self-esteem issues who hates themselves and doesn't want to enjoy life, you're not talking about a big man or a big...
This is my first submission to Literotica. The idea for this story just hit me one day and I was up writing till after 4 AM. There are really no sex scenes in this first chapter, but it lays the groundwork for the chapters to follow. If you like where this is going, please send me some feedback. Even this first chapter wasn't quite what I planned, there are...
"What's your name?" "Jimmy. Coleman." "Starting now, you're number 070512. It's your new name, so don't forget it." The bus started its way from the back of the court where a judge had sentenced me to one year in a reeducation center. The guy said I was lucky, and that because of his good mood today, I wasn't going to a real jail. A guy like you wouldn't...
The remainder of my sentence was both the most loving, and most gruelling. Jake and I developed our relationship well. We were deeply in love, and showed it to each other regularly. Very regularly! I wasn't unaware of what was to happen though. While my sentence was 6 months, Jake still had 6 years to go with all of his counts, some legitimate and some not....
Ibrahim here, a brother with a story to tell. I’ve been eyeballing my prey all night and like any true predator, I waited for the right time to strike. Tonight’s prey was interesting. A short and skinny, weak-looking White dude. He walked around the most ghetto streets of Vanier, Ontario, looking nervous, and I smiled to myself. A skinny White guy walking ar...
There is something so oddly empowering about the way I spend my days. My name is Abel Whitaker. I'm a young black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. Let me tell you about my life. I was born in 1986, to Boston police officer George Whitaker and car saleswoman Jennifer Kingman Whitaker. They raised me to have ambition and a positive attitude. I'...
Terry and Ryan did their best to make themselves the center of attention as usual; they jumped on one of the beds and had a pillow fight, pretending to be girls. The burnt smell emanating from the kitchenette was a result of Trisha's failed attempt at chocolate chip marijuana cookies. She hacked at the lumps of charcoal with a spatula. "We could still eat t...