My name is Samira Klahlesh-Habari. I'm a six-foot-tall, good-looking young Black woman living in the city of Nubia. The year is 2412 A.D. of the old calendar and it's year 401 of the Nubian Calendar. I'm a citizen of the Pan-African Imperium, in what was once called the North American Division. What is the Pan-African Imperium? The greatest civilization in h...
An hour before going down to the paint store to see John, I found myself looking into my full-length mirror brushing my long blonde hair. I was naked and began marveling at the pinkness of my ass cheeks from Big John’s spanking of them the day before. I felt so sexy seeing the mark this powerful man had left on me. It made me feel so mastered and so powerles...
My name is Cynthia Wilson. And I'm the whitest black chick you've ever met. Tall, slender, brown-skinned and green-eyed. The daughter of a biracial businessman and an African-American supermodel. I was born into wealth and privilege, and I'm sorry to say that I was quite stuck-up because of that. Also, I was one of those privileged black women who looked dow...
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...
Leasa Silicon Valley’s ‘Blonde4Blacks’ Chapter 2 Amos strutted over to the cot I was laying on. Standing with his hands confidently on his hips he said: “Get dressed. Time to go.” Still leaning on one arm I leisurely reached out and grasped the base of his love club and positioned the nozzle to my lips. I looked up at Amos and gave the large, limp hu...
I have a prodigious passion for African women. I love their style and elegance, but above all else I yearn for their beautiful black bodies. They are so eminently gorgeous and sexual that my cock stiffens whenever I see them in the street or imagine them in my mind. My sexual appreciation of African womanhood began at the age of eighteen. I had gone to sta...
You see me walking down the street, wearing my Hijab and long robe, and you make all kinds of erroneous assumptions about me. I am not oppressed, I am not a religious freak, I am not a terrorist. I am a Muslim woman, pure and simple. Get that through your head. I have the same thoughts, feelings and needs, whether physical, emotional or sexual ( yes, Muslim...
Praise the Lord! Those words are always coming out of my boyfriend William Jean-Bertrand's mouth. Okay, I get it. He's a good Christian and all but I just don't get why he has to remind everybody of it. A lot of people look at Will and I and are really surprised that we're going out. Will is around five-foot-eleven, slim, with light brown skin, curly Black h...
The images of African Americans in the adult industry are largely atypical of the true Black experience. The perpetuation of racist and stereotypical images prevalent in the adult industry work to foster unhealthy and diseased perceptions of African Americans and render the majority of African Americans without avenue for healthy erotic expression. The perpe...
I left Jawan's, hating myself for uttering words that were unlike me. "I want your baby," echoed in my mind. His semen was drooling out of my unprotected pussy, soaking the gusset of my panties. This only reminded me of the copious amounts of nigger seed that was still swimming around in my womb. What was happening to me? Was I starting to suffer from St...