Why is the sexuality of the modern day Black man a point of obsession for people who are not even of African descent? Seriously. I walk through a mall and I see newspapers talking about AIDs in the Black community, Black women's dating woes and the supposed dearth of available Black men, the struggles Black men in America and Canada face in college and unive...
This event happened one night last November. My husband and I were meeting for dinner at his favorite place – Hooters. He loved gawking at the girls in their tight shirts and shorts. He had lost attraction in me some 5 years ago, when I got up around 160 lbs. I was going to try and keep his attention that evening by wearing what I thought was a sexy outfit:...
Act Five: Just Desserts Chapter Two: Whatever May Come Concrete fractured into ragged slabs as it fell and struck the ground. Dee and Black Cherry disappeared in an acrid storm of grit and pulverized rock. The noise was deafening, a rolling thunderclap. Ears ringing, Yves huddled on the pavement drawing himself around Raspberry as best he could. Raspberry...
Black men are pathologically afraid of dominant women with strap-on dildos, it seems. My name is Rosa Thompson, and I'm a young woman of British descent living in the City of Toronto, province of Ontario. I moved there from my hometown of Gloucester in southwestern England. I attend the University of Toronto, where I major in Criminology. For fun I like to g...
Black people need to stop blaming the White man for their problems, I thought to myself as I slammed my dick into Tyrone Lincoln's ass. The Black dude squealed as I rammed my thick White cock up his ass, and I smacked him and told him to shut the fuck up. As I fucked Tyrone, I winked at his girlfriend Sholonda Wayne who watched the scene, her fingers deep in...
WARNING: I'm bent for black; that means that I'm straight except when it comes to black men. I guess with the limited terms available to us you could say that I'm bisexual. I don't reject the label because I'm ashamed, I just don't think "bisexual" does a very accurate job of telling the story. I a, turned on by all types of women; the only find black men at...
The name is Stephen Voltaire. I'm a big and tall young Black man who's recently moved from the American city of Brockton, Massachusetts, to the unknown urban wilderness of Ottawa, Canada. So far, I don't much care for the Republic of Canada. Too many white people, for one thing. However, the city of Ottawa itself was fairly diverse. There are lots of Asians,...
(based on the Gorean Fiction of John Norman) It was an unusual night in Schendi. It was raining, but that was not the unusual thing. As a pure matter of fact, it rained most days in the sub-equatorial city than it did not. The same was true of the nights. Even the seasons were marked by the rains. In the cooler season it rained a great deal. In the hotter...
It was four in the afternoon. Jane sat in her corner office listening to her assistant Lisa. "Mr. Wilkes has invited you over for dinner this weekend, I think he wanted to congratulate you personally," Lisa looked up at her boss who had just won a big lawsuit, that had brought in millions to the law firm. Jane stood up and adjusted her designer business...
The name is Matilda Petty. A six-foot- tall, broad-shouldered and plain-faced, heavyset and big-bottomed, dark-skinned black chick living in the city of Bridgewater, Massachusetts. These days, I am a Bridgewater State University student-athlete ( my sport is wrestling) who is desperately addicted to hooking up with sexy bisexual black men. I simply can't get...