It started simply enough. I had been hiking in the woods nearby my cabin retreat in the Adirondacks of New York. Unbeknownst to me I accidentally crossed onto someone else's private property--they were not the overly friendly type. Suddenly, alarms went off and, seemingly out of nowhere, this army of Amazonian looking women appeared. The leader, who could...
Chapter 1 A Meeting with a Master ... She stood there hesitant, but so excited. Knocking again - but this time louder - growing impatient now, waiting and straining for any sign of life inside this gigantic house. She had come to this place to experience something never before even contemplated and here she was waiting, so expectantly, for what she knew no...
Nia’s return home: The next morning, Ridley and Nia headed back to the castle. Empress Savina was curious as to why it took them so long. All Nia told her was that they needed some time alone to cope with Marina’s death. Savina bought it, even though she was still curious as to why they were acting so skittish around each other. Savina, Norda, and Nia sat a...
"Eat your cheese sandwich, babe," Sally Fontaine said cheerfully, and she winked at her partner Hawa Ali as the two of them sat inside Taureau Noir's restaurant, a Haitian joint located in the heart of Quebec City. Hawa Ali smiled and shook her head, then bit into her cheese sandwich. Earlier, at Sally's insistence, she'd eaten some veal-flavored rice and be...
Meet Karima Ali-Rosenthal, a forty-something Somali-American Muslim woman living in the City of Duluth, Minnesota. She's six-foot-one, curvy and big-bottomed, with mahogany-hued skin and neatly braided Black hair. Karima is a woman leading a double life, although you definitely wouldn't know it to look at her. By day she is a contract instructor at Duluth Co...
His dream is always the same. Perfect clarity. A Zen purity. The light is like candle light amplified to a higher power, soft yet bright, lending a dreaming quality to all it touches. His eyes feel the softness of her skin, the sheen of moisture on her lips, the gloss of her hair. He sees where her white thigh shades into the darker pillow folds of her labi...
The secret lives of women never cease to boggle our collective imaginations, especially when dealing with the fierce, beautiful, embattled and triumphant Black American female. The heroine of our tale, Josephine Montagnard, is the living example of a study in contradictions. She was born in the City of Hampton, Georgia, to middle-class African-American paren...
Stepping through the front door of the shared lair of the Brotherhood of mutants, Mystique stepped through the door first, sulking with the rest of her teammates following her inside. She was depressed, incredibly so. Her head hung low that her red flowing hair obscured her face and shoulders as she sluggishly made her way inside. Her white silk dress draggi...
Author's Note: This is a story requested by one of my readers. *** Silea's heavy footfalls echoed down the hall. They were fast and brutal, enough power behind each step to crack wood, and a daunting figure made it very clear where that level of strength stemmed from. She was an Amazon, women born to fight and hunt on par with any jungle cat, or even outma...
This story is the property of the author. It is not to be changed in any way, nor published or shown at other web sites without the permission of the author. Feedback and comments appreciated. * * * * * The drive to Aunt Martha's was relatively short and they arrived within thirty minutes. Martha too, lived at the edge of College Station. It was just far...