Hi, there. Man do I have a story to share with you. My name is Kasik Malob. I am a tall, good-looking, forty-something black man of the Kazonga Tribe. Living in rural South Africa. I run a rather large farm and the many women who work there. Man's word is law in my world. Life couldn't be better, simply put. I'm making a lot of money while keeping them bitch...
Setting: Prehistoric Lands, with all characters being clothed in typical caveman attire (animal-skin loincloths/tunics, no shoes, no shirts for the men, bone carved accessories) P.S. All dialogs are translated from an Unknown Ancient Language. This story is meant to inspire stories of a similar setting. If anyone decides to write stories about men in the...
This past summer, my boyfriend and I spent a few days in Southern Italy. We were in a café near Pompeii when I noticed this creepy guy staring at us for an uncomfortably long time. My boyfriend happens to be black. I am a fair-skinned blonde. I finally decided to go over and ask him if he had a problem with a white girl being in a relationship with a black g...
"Stephen, I came here to tell you that I want out of this relationship, you've always been a fool, and a dreamer, you'll never make it into the Space Program," Sally Jackson said haughtily to her boyfriend Stephen Keen, and with that, the tall, well-dressed, supremely attractive young African-American woman rose, grabbed her purse and walked away. Sitting...
It's raining hard outside, but it's the same as every night here in the tropics... in the wet season, it will rain torrentially for two solid hours after seven in the evening, and in the dry season, it's more intermittent and for a shorter duration. After a while I don't even notice the racket that it makes on the steeply-sloped palm roof of the circular rus...
This is a sequel to The Trials of Pauline. Whilst searching for her father in the African jungle, Polly and her Eurasian friend, Marina, are subjected to a succession of bizarre punishments and sexual degradation - all of which she finds exhilarating and fulfilling. Those people who do not wish to read about the humiliation of beautiful women should avoid th...
Chapter 4 - South African Housewife January 5, 2019 I smiled as I closed the door behind Hannah, but not before noticing that Jenny Defoe's peep hole went from dark to light. It seemed that either Jenny or Gregory was curious about me and Hannah, or maybe they were just curious about who was just outside their door. I couldn't know for certain, so with a s...
Hello, there. My name is Carl Haworth. Well, in this life anyway. I have so many names. The Conqueror. The Destroyer. The God of Travels. The Master. Take your pick. Call me by any name, I'm here for only one purpose. Your destruction, of course. I'm a six-foot-tall, slender and very good-looking black man living in a nice townhouse in the Back Bay neighborh...
Brother Samuel Xavier here. The big and tall, openly bisexual Black male author who has resided in the West Side of Brockton, Massachusetts for years. I feel quite sad while writing this because I will soon leave this community I've grown to care about. Simply put, life doesn't stand still. You either move with it or you're dead. My father, the charming soci...
Deep in the underground chamber, the thing smiled. It had been down there for a long time. Sometimes, it sure felt like it had been there forever. It smiled at itself. Surely it hadn't been there forever. Just a really long time. It didn't much care for this new underground prison in which it dwelled. It really preferred the ancient one beneath the Palace. O...