The name is Peterson Samson. I'm a young black man living in the state of Massachusetts. Today, I turned twenty. My boys from the school football team got me a nice gift. A black leather jacket with red buttons. It's gonna look good on me once the New England winter comes in. I'm originally from Atlanta City in Georgia, so I've basically never seen snow befo...
Born on the island of Trinidad to an Afro-Trinidadian mother, Amina Ramping, and an Indian immigrant father, Khan Saad, Kerry had always known early on that she was different. It wasn't something that Kerry understood fully, but she watched the people around her and knew that she was smarter and better than them. The fact that she was also exotically beautif...
My wife Astrid Ashford Thomas has such an awesome big ass. I just can't seem to stop thinking about fucking it. If you saw her fabulous heart-shaped ass, you'd know how I feel. She's got one of those thick ghetto booties that seem to be made for fucking. At the age of fifty, she's still fine-looking. A six-foot-tall, thick-bodied and large-breasted black wom...
EPILOGUE: When the contest and subsequently the orgy ended, the mothers and the daughters in the contest returned to resume their normal day to day activities. Rochelle Hamilton, living in Dallas returned somewhat affected from her participation. Although she had been a member along with her husband since the beginning of the TLR, she had never been involv...
I'm a fairly lonely guy and I spend a lot of time on-line. Well one night I ventured into a chat room and began talking with a woman named Tracy. We instantly connected, it was great. We agreed on pretty much everything. For a couple of months we would talk three or four times a week via instant messenger, and we'd send each other emails through out the wee...
Hello, there. My name is Steve Vincent. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. A college graduate, hardworking professional and homeowner who finds himself dissatisfied with his world. Sometimes, I wonder why Black people in America, especially the South, can't seem to make any progress. I knew the an...
Nicole couldn't decide what was worse: the churning of her stomach or the pounding behind her eyes. This hangover was the worst hangover of her life. To be completely honest this was the first hangover of her life. Nicole Andrews was not known for her partying ways. In college, she was the designated driver and the girl who held your purse while you danced....
Note to the anonymous letter writers ... if you don't like what I write then don't read it. If you do enjoy them, I thank you for your comments. * None of my stories is set in the current times ... I really am an old fart and I can't take those little magic pills. Therefore, there is no possibility of "new" adventures. Of course, writing about past adventu...
July 21st had been the hottest day of that Summer. Few people were on the early evening streets, and an air of uncertainty permeated the city. Sarah Marchmont had awakened and been gripped with this same feeling. She was just 26 years old, a petite 5 feet 3 inches tall, with an oval fair-skinned face inset with hazel eyes and framed in strawberry blond ringl...
"This place is beautiful," Ankha said, as she walked through the Museum of African American History in the City of Atlanta, Georgia, with her lover, Jesslyn Collier. The two female Blood Drinkers came to the Museum the moment it got dark, and thusly safe for them to exit their new Lair, a stately mansion located within walking distance of Spelman College. I...