I slowly open my eyes after my long sleep, immediately to notice that Missy isn't in my arms where she was last. I look around the room, and see her standing at the window. It looks like the sun is setting outside. "Missy?" I say. She turns her body slightly towards me but continues to look out the window, a few tears running down her cheeks. She had put t...
The first time I ran into my cousin Sammy Charles, I didn't recognize her. I was visiting my family members in Orleans, Ontario, but I lived in the town of Nepean at the time. The slim, dark-skinned young Black woman with the braids came to the door and gazed at me curiously. I stood there, big and tall and Black. The name is Thomas Jean. My friends and fami...
It had seemed a good idea at the time. Winter had been unbearably cold and the first cheap flight that she saw had been to somewhere hot and middle eastern. Nothing should have been simpler. The fact that the plane was so small had worried her a little bit. The crew were European though and seemed to know what they were doing. When the plane was airborne sh...
The following is a true story. Erika was my first real girlfriend. She's year older than me, but I never thought about it that way. To me, she always felt younger. We were the same in almost too many ways. We loved the same movies. We laughed at the same jokes. The final nail in the coffin was that we happened to have the same name. People would always make...
Amy looked among her many brothers and tried to decide which one she wanted to father her child. A product of the New Iberian eugenics program, she had lived a privileged life. New Iberian forces were in control of almost the entire southern half of Africa, with it's great natural wealth, and her father, the Celestial Emperor, had funded massive economic i...
After the lightness of the dressing room, I found myself in almost total darkness. As my eyes adjusted to the gloom I heard music and saw a glimmer of light between two rich drapes. I drew them aside and stepped onto a strip of crimson carpet that ran down an avenue of burning braziers, in the center of a spacious ballroom. Moonlight filtered through the t...
I first spotted him walking around the Bay Shore Mall one fine Thursday morning. What started out as yet another dark, boring mid-August day in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, brightened up real quick for yours truly thanks to a certain vision of masculine beauty. Tall, lean and athletic, with chocolate-hued skin, short, curly black hair and a goatee. This one...
Sometimes, I think certain things are meant to be, for good and for ill, and it's best not to get in Fate's way. How else would you explain how my wife and I met? I lived in Vanier, Ontario, at the time and as a broke student at Carleton University, I needed all the hours I could get from my job as a security guard. I'm living on my own for the first time. M...
Who says the cuckold lifestyle isn't for black folks? Don't believe these fools. Just ask me, Shante Philemon. Five-foot-nine, curvy and sexy, with dark brown skin, a thick Afro and a nice, big brown butt, that's me in a nutshell. A proud Creole beauty who is one hundred percent comfortable in the skin she's in. I'm a young black woman of Haitian descent liv...
"Alright, Shazia, sign up some more clients for Mastercards, then we can talk about getting you more hours," said my manager, Rod Carling, as we stood in front of the Super Center. Dude had gone outside for a cigarette break, and I apparently caught him in a bad mood. Actually, that's not accurate. Rod is honestly kind of a dick. A lot of the minority women...