Hello readers! Please note that this is my first real story, so forgive me if there's a stupid mistake some place or another. All kinds of criticism are welcome. This is the first part of a multi-part story, I'll continue if I find enough support. It's going to build slowly, this part doesn't contain much smut. Also note that it contains, or at least comes n...
I've often been called an arrogant bastard with psychopathic and megalomaniac tendencies. That's not very flattering. I'm a free-spirited visionary who lacks a conscience and inhibitions. That's what I call myself. In the eyes of the world, I am Paul Jackson Billings, a student at the Alabama Institute of Technology. The world is mine. Nothing you or anyone...
The name is Richard Raymond. Friends call me Dick. And I absolutely live up to the name. In just about every way. At first glance, I seem like any regular Joe in the big city. Standing six feet six inches tall, somewhat heavyset but still solid, with dark brown skin and short hair. Just a big and tall, well-dressed and clean-shaven black man strolling down t...
The name is Mitchell Dreyfuss. The Hound of Hell. Destroyer of the Devil's Enemies. At first glance I look like your average six-foot-three, 260-pound, dark-skinned and clean-shaven black gentleman clad in stylish Urban gear. Unfortunately, I'm anything but. For starters, though I look like a man in his mid-twenties, I am considerably older than that. You se...
Nancy was a little older than I, and my next door neighbor of almost 5 years. She and her husband, Pete, had had a marriage with some real obstacles since each had remarried some years before. A few of the problems were self-evident to anyone who observed the two of them for a while, but some were not so easy to discern. Like the fact that Nancy generally to...
The life of a werewolf is a dangerous and thrilling thing. Trust me, I know. My name is Harold Rameau. I'm a tall, good-looking young black man of Haitian descent living in Boston, Massachusetts. I've been a wolfman my entire life. Please don't be frightened. I'm not here to eat you. I'm just a guy with a story to share, that's all. The story I'm about to sh...
A couple of hours had passed and Janet's daughter had still not arrived at the falls. Janet became concerned and questioned the two Africans with her. "Not to worry, miss Janet. Sometimes the elephants do not come into view right away. I'm sure they are okay." "Well, since I'm paying for this safari, I demand that you drive me to the location so I can see...
BDSM has enabled me to save my relationship, leave a cycle of domestic abuse and salvage what's left of my heart. My name is Matthew Dixon and I'm a big and tall black man of Jamaican descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm a graduate of the Sprott MBA program at Carleton University, and work for the Canadian Revenue Agency as an auditor. I have o...
ADDITIONS WOULD BE VERY HELPFUL Harley Quinn was walking the streets of Gotham all alone after Mr. J kicked her out after one of his abusive episodes. She had to get out of there fast so she was only in a t-shirt and panties because she was just relaxing at home. She decides as she's walking that she should go to Red's place because she might have something...
This story is dedicated to Vincent. Someone special who opened my eyes. Thank you. She never though she would ever do it, or in fact, ever enjoy it so much. This is how it all began: With Tanya being in a strictly vanilla marriage, it was no wonder she began looking for more. She had always enjoyed being submissive, and wanted to explore more. Unfortunatel...