I. I have no name. I have no family. I have no roots in this complicated and uncertain world. All I have is a desire, a dream, a hope. Pornocopia. I think of it in my dreams, in every second that passes, in every waking thought. I live for Pornocopia. But what is this thing that I speak of? Pull up a chair and listen to my story. Soon, you will be able...
I think the well-being of the international Black community would be much improved if Black men and Black women simply learned to communicate with one another. My name is Dhakiyah Falak Dawson. I was born and raised in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. The only daughter of an immigrant mother originally from the City of Mogadishu in the nation of Soma...
Safari This story, as is all stories, isn't written for everyone. If you enjoyed it, thank you very much and you're welcome. If not, thank you for visiting. ***** Africa. Kenya. It was just before it got really hot. Even now it was hot and dry and everywhere we drove the dust billowed up in back of us so thick we could hardly see where we've been. There w...
The feel of the cool cement floor against his face allowed John Anderson to be revived momentarily. Drool pooled beneath his cheek, seeping uncontrollably from the corner of his mouth. A single, uncovered red light bulb hung precariously from an extension cord that had been duct-taped to the ceiling in the middle of the basement, providing the only source of...
I was tracking down my prey for ages before I got the drop on him. Yeah, I knew he was prey material the moment I laid eyes on him. It's summertime in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. A lot of young guys and gals take to the streets, strutting their stuff and having fun. I love it. I go out ready for prowling. Five feet eleven inches and 140 pounds o...
Sweat went into Mabadi's mouth while he ran the track trying to grasp as many meters as he could for every second that he lost. Forcing himself to push harder and faster for every new drop of sweat that fell down unto the running field. It had been 6 months of hard training since he came to the states, having been spotted by an American sports agent, after...
Joe inhaled deeply, savoring the crisp clean mountain air. His eyes absorbed the breathtaking panorama of the city and it’s pristine coastline with vast expanses of sandy white beaches. For as far as he could see, the magnificent countryside stretched, bursting with bountiful rivers and a unique flora system. He was overlooking an area considered to be one o...
Author's Note: This is a copy written work of fiction, which is for fantasy and entertainment purposes only. Amos Mack labored in the hot, southern, August sun. It was almost 1 pm. He was 25 and a former powerful inner city black gang leader, who had just been released from prison, where he had been serving a ten year sentence for killing a rival gang le...
Nothing I love more than a tight Black woman's asshole around my dick. My name is Jefferson O'Shea and I approve this message. I'm an Irishman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. Been here a couple of years. Moved to the Province of Ontario from my native City of Galway in Ireland. I attend Algonquin College, where I major in business. Life is...
Here I am, sitting at my computer after a rather eventful night. My name is Christina Abdul-Hamid, and I'm a woman with a story to share with you. I was born in the City of Hasbaya in the Republic of Lebanon, but raised in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. My parents, Phillip Abdul-Hamid and Annabelle Mansur moved to the Confederation of Canada in the...