Brother Samuel here. Your favorite big and tall, openly bisexual black male writer and urban adventurer. Currently residing in Brockton's West Side. Sometimes, I think black women are their own worst enemies. More than anything else, they're the ones who drive black men to dating and marrying women of other races. Black women are uncompromisingly problematic...
I dedicate this story and the next story in this series to the dear and wonderful Chinese woman who suggested the idea. Pamela Poon loved Sydney as much as she hated Bummkrak, Qnsld. Perhaps it was the cosmopolitan nature of the city that allowed a Chinese teenager to feel at home. Definitely, the Queensland rednecks who still believed in the "Yellow Peril"...
Author's Note: I am releasing this story in chapters as a serial. If you have not read the previous chapters, please do so, else you are doomed to be forever lost, lonely, and confused. In the previous chapter, our favorite party gals, Lina and Arabel put in a scantily-clad appearance at the queen's perverse wine-making ceremony before things went off th...
Dear Shoeblossom: I go into Master Marv's room, worried because I know he's upset with me—I'm a bad slave, and deserve to be punished. I'm 28 and he's 56, and a City Alderman. I'm wearing my drop-seat pink Dr. Denton footie pajamas, and Gramps looks very displeased with me. "Nipper" he says, as I climb in his lap, "You've been touching yourself and havi...
Author's Note: I am releasing this story in chapters as a serial. If you have not read the previous chapters, please do so, else you are doomed to be forever lost, lonely, and confused. In the last chapter, we discovered that Lina's sickness was due to her withdrawal from royal wine, leaving her unable to complete her transformation to a queen. With the...
I woke up to the clacking of typewriter keys echoing down Theo's castle's stone hallways. I rolled over to my stomach, pushing up from the mattress to stretch my arms and my back. Looking up over my shoulder to the ceiling I saw the painting Theo had above his bed—a small farm house on a grassy hill, the paint thick and textured, the sky dark and grey. I cou...
"Honey, I think that it's time that we have a talk," my wife blurted out of the blue, as we lay in our bed. Wow ... I thought. Those are the cliché "kiss of death" words, of course. The "Dear John" intro words. In wifespeak, every guy knows that the missus means, "I'll tell you some bad news and then you can react." Never a good opening phrase, of course....
Spike and Willow. Season 3, set after "Lover's Walk" "A spell. For me. You're gonna do a spell for me." Spike growled. "Uh. . .w-what kind of spell?" "A love spell! Are you brain dead?" Willow rolled over, clutching a pillow to her chest but still the phantom words echoed in her sleeping mind. "You lie to me and I'll shove this through your face! Do yo...
Author's Note: I am releasing this story in chapters as a serial. If you have not read the previous chapters, please do so, else you are doomed to be forever lost, lonely, and confused. Poor Lina's really been through the wringer—nauseous, feverish, hallucinating, not to mention the strangest symptom of all—growing taller. Lina and Arabel's new friend, w...
Author's Note: I am releasing this story in chapters as a serial. If you have not read the previous chapters, please do so, else you are doomed to be forever lost, lonely, and confused. In the last chapter, Lina and Arabel and the one called I are sailing the clouds in search of The Land of Milk and Honey. With Lina's sickness getting worse, let's hope t...