Well it didn't start as one of the legends; it was all to mock me. By the way, I'm Jide Ekpo. I loved browsing the internet, data cost made me delve into converting radio frequency into data connection so as long as there was a radio station, TV station or GPRS for tele-communication I could have access in my village home, with the tall trees serving as my...
She pulled out her tongue and very slowly licked her hand, as Mike, pounded her anus and filled it up with American cream. "aaahh, aawah habibi, yes baby, right there." Yara screamed. As Yara is being pounded she thinks to herself 'I love America, where else could I have discovered the pleasures of being fucked in the ass'. But as Mike was about to cum, Ya...
Chapter 49 Room Full of Angels A couple of miles deep into the lush Manoa Valley, Aly pulled her Toyota into a driveway. I parked the Bronco on the street, Meka slid in behind me in her Volvo. We piled out of the cars. "This is nice," Hawk said looking at the house with it's tastefully lit sculpted Japanese garden. "Yes it is," Aly said, "but my place...
"Why don't you just call it 'Emission: Impossible' or 'Climate Commando' and be done with it?" Malcolm Coates wasn't exactly thrilled by "Operation Zenith," the screenplay his girlfriend Ashleigh Lillian Kirby had written. He was convinced that making such a film would wreck his career again. Yet Ashleigh was nothing if not persistent. "You don't see the...
Friends call me Brother Samuel. Enemies call me whatever name they like. It's all the same to me. Because personally I really don't give a fuck. Who am I? A big and tall young Black man living in Brockton, Massachusetts. Lately, life has been particularly tough for yours truly. I feel really hurt, folks. I just found out my common-law wife Wendy was two-timi...
It was an activist "retreat." I wasn't even really part of the group anymore, having graduated from university, but I was doing some similar work so they invited me to tag along. It was mostly fun with a little bit of meeting thrown in so I decided, what the heck. Unfortunately, the balance of men to women was not what it should have been and by the third da...
Annie Edison was impatient, glancing at the door instead of the Futurza forms scattered all over her coffee table; Zanophrax could wait. Selling pills had never exactly been an intentional career choice anyway, not that she had intended for a lot of things; hence the meeting she was waiting so impatiently for. Seeing the group together again would be nice. S...
Hi, Brother Samuel here. Your favorite big and tall, openly bisexual black male erotic fiction writer and men's issues activist from Boston. I get really mad when I hear people call me a misogynist. Seriously. Sometimes I really can't stand bitches but I will always love fucking them. Ergo, I will always love women. I love their butts, tits and pussies. I al...
Brother Samuel here. Your favorite big and tall, good-looking bisexual black male writer and urban adventurer. The world changed in 2008 and I think many people are still playing catch-up. Lately, I've been seeing racist men and racist women acting more shifty than usual. They are looking at black people differently. And I've been seeing black men and black...
My creative writing professor in college once said that without the benefit of experience, a writer cannot begin to create, and that only the right kind of eyes can interpret that experience in a way befitting the reader. My heart immediately sank. I knew that my experience watching "The Real World" and drinking cheap domestic beer at keg parties would not m...