Soft candle light flickered over the stark white tablecloth. The food on her plate was rich, heavy, and delicious. The restaurant was perfectly decorated for romance. But Cathryn wasn't any more interested in it than she was the man across from her. Absently she twirled her wine glass by the stem and thought of her other birthday dinner. Were she had set ou...
In May 1997 I was two months shy of my twentieth birthday & just finishing my sophomore year at St. Joseph's College, Brooklyn Campus. I had grown up speaking a dialect of Italian at home, had taken Italian as my foreign language all four years of high school, and at college I was doing well in advanced Italian...my professor said I spoke nearly as well as a...
When Cally finally awoke late the following morning she felt pretty sore. Sore from the way her pussy had been overstretched by old Tom's chunky cock; Very sore in the butt region where his meaty 3 inch diameter glans had ruptured the once decorous petal-shaped guardian of her anal canal and mighty sore by the way she had been duped into accepting the fake $...
Circe was, in every respect, the modern woman. She was unmarried, working successfully in a male dominated profession, and had a stern, take-no-bullshit attitude mitigated by quick, though sometimes filthy sense of humour. She stood a mere five feet six inches, with a long slender build she was confident enough about not to trouble with her appearance. She...
Sam loved white asses, he dreamed about them every day. He wasn't obsessed or anything, he just loved them, that was all. He spent a lot of his time pursuing opportunities to look at them, to be nearer to them, closer, one day maybe he'd get close enough to touch one, and do the many things he wanted to do. He used to collect pictures of them from pornograph...
Note: This story should make sense on its own, but it's also an epilogue to my previous story, "Soft as Glass." It's the same characters years later. If blood and branding bother you, you may want to skip this story. *** Jamie lay on the bed, with his eyes closed and his head on Lene's lap. Although the video they'd been watching had finished several minut...
This is a series of exchanges written by an aunt and her eighteen year old nephew following them having sex. It looks at that incestuous relationship from both party's perspectives, examining their doubts and concerns and their pleasure and thrills. It is a complicated story and will be told in numerous parts. It is obviously advisable to start at Part 1 an...
Hi, there. Brother Samuel here. A big and tall, fairly good-looking black man in his mid-twenties. A college graduate. An openly bisexual black person of Haitian descent. An urban poet and recently published writer. An adventurer. A crusader for just causes. A lover. A chronicler of my fellow bisexuals. I am all these things and more. These days, life is oka...
My name is Stefan Albright and I've got a story to tell you. It's about me and some of my fellow black folks. I've decided to speak the truth about the Black Church, faith, and sexuality. I don't know why but sometimes I like going to church. I was raised in a catholic family but I'm not really into the whole religion thing. The leaders of the church remind...
I have dated women before. Not that many, mind you, but I have had girlfriends in my past. There was a girl I dated named Mindy. Mindy was a pothead. Mindy was gorgeous in a pothead kind of way. I really liked her. I smoked a lot of marijuana during the course of our relationship. I never smoked as much as she did though. She was quite the toker. I met Mind...