Guys, I got a problem. I've been having these nightmares lately. In these nightmares, I'm enduring the worst kind of hell. I find myself tied up in a dark place, and there is this lady there. She's Black as midnight, clad in a red leather outfit, and lord is she cruel. The things she does to me are terrifying, and more than a little erotic. I'm tired of havi...
Standing in front of his locker, Ottawa Police Service constable Stephen Jean Guillot read the words "No Negro Faggots On The Ottawa Police Force" and sighed. Squaring his massive shoulders, the young Black man turned to look at the other police officers in the locker room, white men one and all. Glaring at them, he spoke loud and clear as he demanded to kno...
The City of Houston, Texas, is a tough environment for a brother, and if you also happen to be a wolf-man like myself, life can be hell down there. My name is Jacques Saint-Croix, and I'm a newcomer to this town. I was born in the City of Cap-Haitien, northern Haiti, and spent most of my life there. In 2005, at the age of eighteen, I left the island of my bi...
Prologue None of the survivors knew what triggered the 37-minute nuclear exchange that constituted the Third World War. For the scattered remains of human society that survived the cascading explosions from Chinese, American, Russian and Indian atomic weapons after June 7th, 2012 survivors were more concerned with the immediate threats to their own survival...
Since I was a young boy I have always been extremely intelligent. In school I was labeled as mentally gifted. There wasn't a subject that, if interested, I couldn't master. This came at the expense of a social life though. While other children played outside, I hit the books and the Internet. Whatever piqued my interest, I would totally engross myself in. I...
Sitting on the number ninety five bus coursing through the City of Ottawa, in Provincial Ontario, Adam Stephenson Lefebvre felt supremely bored. Once again, his talent for being unusually observant was bothering him. The big and tall young Haitian-American man tugged at his backpack, anxious for the bus to get to the stop he needed. As soon as it got past Me...
Note: Thank you for all the feedback on Loving Sam's start. I welcome any and all comments that you readers have--both positive and negative! If you catch something out of place or have any questions, please send me a message! I'm more than happy to address any concerns, etc. Thanks, LitLovers! ;) * * * A look of panic swept across my face. "Fuck!" I whi...
Call me Arnold, mainly because it's my Government name but also because I hate being referred to by my family name, Whyte. As a big and tall Black man, the only thing White about me is my teeth. Anyhow, I got a story to share with you folks. I'm a business administration student at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born an...
Chapter 32 A Step at a Time Sunday, January 14, 1962 4:45pm "Hi, Mom ... Dad, we're home," Jesse announced as he ushered Kirsten in through the front door. They were in the process of removing their footwear when Margaret Peterson arrived, followed by Michael. "Hello," Margaret said with a big smile. "You must be Kirsten." "Yes," Kirsten replied, eyein...
Preface = = = = = = = = = = As I noted in the previous part, the conversation between Betty and Virginia in V's car was inspired by an recent exchange of emails. The person who inspired that also noticed that I committed a continuity error in that conversation. At the time, Betty did not know about Ginny, so the comments about Ginny's tail were out of cont...