Once again an english story with the usual ask of not blaming me too much for the bad wording and spelling of my writing in a foreign language. It was shortly after my 24th birthday in September when I had booked a one-week holiday in a small Spanish village called Nerja near Malaga. I spent the holiday with three friends (all girls) of mine and it was quit...
Howdy, folks. Mr. Samuel Xavier here. A big and tall, openly bisexual Black man living in Canada, one of the worst places on the Continent of North America. I'm talking about Ottawa, Ontario, of course. I've got some truly tawdry tales to share with you today. People are such strange creatures. You can never simply look at one and say for sure what he or she...
There is so much fun to be had in the world of sexual play. Seriously. My name is Nina Henderson and I'm a six-foot-tall, short-haired and bronze-eyed, forty-something Black woman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. And I love Black women. I've always been into them. Caucasian chicks don't do anything for me. When I came out as queer in college, I w...
"How high..." sings Lynn. "How hi-igh... How high the moo-oo-oon!" With echoes of Sarah Vaughan, she stretches the final word beyond its normal constraints, modulating the tone, while her fingers follow a little behind on the piano, finally resolving themselves in improvisation when she senses there is little more to be squeezed from one word. The audienc...
To eliminate any possible confusion I suggest you read Part 1 first as this is a continuation of that story. ***** She tasted so good I was reluctant to let her have her hand back. Eventually I brought my attention back inside the car and pulled out of the lay-by. I asked myself what I had started but was too excited by the promise of a wild adventure to d...
For the first time in 15 years I would see the small town where I had been raised. I had left home at 18 to live in a New York University dorm that overlooked Morningside Park. That education became a springboard onto a Wall Street career. At thirty three years old I found myself having a mid life crisis. I had been well compensated as a financial analyst...
The big house had loomed over the village for two hundred years or more. The landscape was flat, and it sat atop the only piece of rising ground like a faintly sinister guardian angel. It was viewed more with reverence than with fear by the villagers. It dominated their lives as a benign but uncertain presence. Sophie had known it all her short life. She ha...
The Greeks say that you can never step into the same stream twice; so my homecomings proved. I could bore, and have bored, people with my lament for Roman roads. Seldom have I felt their lack as I did on that bone-numbing journey back to Chilia. It was the nearest port, nearly a thousand miles to the south, and from thence we could reach Istanbul in two day...
I fell asleep as the jumbo jet soared high above the clouds. I felt far more comfortable sitting in first class rather than stuck back in cramped coach with screaming babies and whining mommies. I needed to catch a few winks because this 5 day conference was going to be a bitch. I was a meeting planner and travelled extensively throughout the country and so...
Katie and Sarah had returned from the classes the other day, ate a light dinner, and then went straight to bed. They didn't see either Jackie or Tina, but both knew the sinister duo would have another rush assignment to complete. Sarah woke up first and notice a note on the table stand. It read, "Nice job sucking cunt, Cunt. Pam told me all about it last ni...