This weekend was a funny one. As the previous weekend, my wife had arranged to go on a course Saturday, and would be leaving at nine thirty, and, in addition, she mentioned to me on Friday evening that she needed to wash her hair before she went on Saturday morning. Clearly we were not going to have any sex on Saturday morning, which would probably mean no s...
Man, I simply can't get enough of them Somali women. Seriously. The name is Sylvester Saint Pierre. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I lived in the town of Boston for most of my life and in the state of Massachusetts we don't have too many Continental African immigrants. Most Black folks you...
Passion makes the world go around. Let no one tell you otherwise. Think about it. Men and women spend billions of dollars a year on cosmetics, hair treatment, plastic surgery and toiletries. Everyone wants to look attractive to whoever might be looking. Male and female, black and white, straight and gay, rich and poor. We all do it. It's as essential to us a...
When Albert Hiribango was told that there was an American tourist in his town who was looking for a lift to the capital, he initially had mixed feelings. On the one hand, he felt it was his Christian duty to give a helping hand to anyone in need, and he knew there were many out there who would be less ethical than him in extending this hand. On the other han...
My name is Kendra Jones. I'm a six-foot-tall, curvy and big-bottomed, dark-skinned Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. These days, I'm a student at Barrack College, a historically Black private school located at the heart of the City of Champions. In the eyes of the world, I am a strong Black woman. Captain of the Women's Wrestling Squ...
My mind was still spinning like a top with that evening's incredible events when my head hit the pillow, but I slept like the dead. I found Wilson in the kitchen in the morning. He shot me a hard look and said, "I hear you met up with Harriet last night?" I nodded my head, "You are right, she is amazing." "Any other comments...questions?" I got the feelin...
Leanne Blanche smiled to herself as her worker Miss Baatile Adewale brought her breakfast in bed. The six-foot-tall, dark-skinned, large-breasted, wide-hipped and big-bottomed, thirty-something Black woman from the Zulu tribe of South Africa looked positively fetching in a Black T-shirt and Blue jeans. The slender blonde-haired woman greeted her worker with...
Standing in front of Laban Bogale's grave, I sighed deeply. Born in the City of Bahir Dar, on the northern region of Ethiopia on November 8, 1694 of the Christian calendar, he died on the shores of Lake Awasa, in the Great Rift Valley of Ethiopia, on February 5, 1721. Beloved son, and a wonderful human being, that's what his tombstone read. Twenty seven year...
The name is Lucinda Watson. A six-foot-two, lean and muscular Anglo-Saxon woman with long blonde hair, alabaster skin and pale gray eyes. I was born and raised in the city of Johannesburgh in the beautiful Republic of South Africa. For many years I was a police officer, until the country irrevocably changed in the mid-1990s and I promptly left. I moved to th...
Tiffany Adams was a spoiled little rich girl, but gorgeous. She stood around 5 feet 6 inches tall with legs described as "100 miles long" by interested onlookers. Her just-short-of-shoulder-length hair was always expertly-styled by one of New York's finest. She had large slightly oversized pale blue eyes that made her look younger than her 18 years. Her cupi...