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...
Chapter Five Awana had sent Druna to inform the head of her tribe of their imminent arrival. The squire had returned with good news: Simona and Artemisia were already in the village, and to honor the Amazons the chief had decided to organize a day of competitions and dances. The column was marching behind Rodrigo and Awana, with the soldiers at its sides....
Outside was freezing, but inside was warm and wonderful. I stood shivering, waiting for Eva to finally open the door and let me in. The New Jersey winter had been snowless but very cold, and I was still shaking for a few moments after I got in the house. It was your typical suburban home outside, but inside was tastefully decorated in a sort of minimalist,...
Jill was an anthropologist. She had been in Africa studying a primitive native tribe for two years. Immediately after graduating from college she had come to the remote African jungle. Two things were happening today. The first was her boyfriend, a follow anthropologist who lived in the remote village with her, had gone to one of the big cities on the coast...
The sun rose over the City of Accra, Ghana. After a successful hunt, Nadia Mahama lay in her lair, safe and sound. College Town, a geographical area of ten kilometers encompassing several of Accra's top schools, including the University of Ghana, Accra Polytechnic, Central University and the Accra Institute of Technology, proved to be a rich feeding ground....
In the eyes of the world, he's the bogeyman, the roughneck athlete, the wild man, the sexual animal. In my eyes, he is simply beautiful. My magnificent Black man. My name is Ariel Adewale, and I'm a young biracial woman of Nigerian and Lebanese descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. My parents and I hail from Southern Nigeria, and we've b...
As I mentioned in my previous story, I worked in several African countries from 1971 to 1981 as an engineer and advisor in energy exploration, primarily oil and gas. Although I had traveled in other African countries in the mid 60's and early 90's, most of my hands on experience came from work in South Africa, Nigeria, Kenya and Saudi Arabia. Due to my exper...
A 1688 word short story about a game we played introducing one another to the wondrous joy of abject sexual submission. Lisa and Jamie were 19, Eva 20, George and Paul 21. *** We were born in turbulent times, and we grew up during the war that wasn't an "official" war in Vietnam, it dominated our childhood and the resulting economic downturn dominated our...
“Professor De Vries, a Mr. Wilson is calling for you on line four.” “Thank you, Joan.” Bob Wilson and I go way back. We were in first grade together. He now is the owner of Wilson Travel. I assumed that he was calling about some detail of my wife’s trip to Africa. “Hi, Bob, how is your golf game?” “Pretty good, John. I shot an eighty Saturday. Can I get...
31. Interlude 3 (reprise): Elizabeth and Joseph arrive at Lake Manengouba Joseph had not yet told Elizabeth that he would have to share her with his brothers and he wasn't looking forward to the prospect with any relish. Ordinarily as youngest brother, he was never allowed to touch much less share the Headman's women. The same was true of his eldest brothe...