"I'm Ricky Mason, A.K.A. Redbone Slice, and I am a brother who likes dominant black women with strap-on dildos," said the tall, athletic and muscular light-skinned dude with the cornrows and jailhouse tattoos as he sat across from me at the munch in the east end of metropolitan Ottawa, Ontario. Oozing with raw masculinity and swagger, Ricky stroked his goate...
Salutations, ladies and gentlemen. I'm Colleen Dickinson, a biracial woman of Jamaican and European descent living in Ontario, Canada. I'm five feet nine inches tall and curvy, light-skinned and sexy, with an angelic face, a thick body, and a fine round ass. Lately I've been exploring the world of BDSM. While most dominant Black women in BDSM seem to cater t...
In the darkness I could hear the churning of gears, the oiled wheels of arcane machines slowly grinding in awful revolutions that churned through the nightmare. Behind me was the horrible dark red glow but I could not turn for the lurid green light that had begun as a spark before me was growing in intensity and try as I might, I couldn't tear my eyes from i...
"The difference between fiction and reality? Fiction has to make sense." Tom Clancy *** I had lived through the era of free love and cheap dope. So in January 1976, when I moved to my newest town to resurrect my career and my life, I thought I knew all there was to know about sex. Problem was I really didn't know anything. Then, in my third month of unint...
Once again, I would like to say that this story would not have been possible without Ice's co-operation. It had been two weeks since Colonel Hunter and Major Sloan had been locked in the “vault”. The two of them tried to keep everything professional, but as the second week drew to a close, the two of them longed for each other’s touch. They tried to avoid e...
The summertime down the New Jersey shore was always a great time for Chris. Him and his friends would go get a house and go to Seaside Heights every year. This year was no exception. They all saved up and got a nice hotel out by the beach. His friends had gone to lay out on the beach as Chris went to the fitness center and did a chest and arm workout. It w...
It was a typical Saturday morning. I was at the grocery store doing my weekly food shopping. As I was perusing through the vegetable section my eyes caught sight of a a very attractive woman. She had long dark brown hair, pretty face and a nice body. I worked my way over to her and checked her left hand for any signs of a wedding ring. She had none. I made s...
Seven years since our paths had crossed and we had stopped ourselves short of having a tumultuous, passionate affair. The chemistry between had been tangible, almost measurable. We ended it before it consumed us both. She had been young, innocent, and passionate. I had been married at the time. Now, years later, she took a train from her home in Missouri and...
My name is Megan Woodland. I've always been a kinky white slut who does her best to improve racial relations in the community. I guess that's why black guys like me so much. That's more than okay by me because I like them too. More than they will ever know. In the 2008 Presidential Election, I'm supporting a handsome, distinguished and qualified black man ov...
Sorry it has been so long since I wrote, but things are as they are. For any new readers, you may want to back up a bit as this begins exactly where part 5 left off, otherwise the start may be a bit fuzzy. Happy reading! Kisses, Francis We turned left a few miles past the campground; drove across a cattle guard and to a high place in the middle of this...