San Francisco. Mariah walked out of the Bordello. She was getting sick and tired of that place. Sick and tired of working endlessly to satisfy the depraved desires of those people. How she loathed them. Since she began working at the Bordello, she had seen a side of humanity she had never thought was possible. The worst imaginable side. She was just anoth...
You've written your story, edited it within an inch of its life, and are all ready to show it to the world. You open a submission page and – what's this? Story Tags? What the bleep is a Story Tag? The larger any archive grows, the more important organization becomes. Separating stories into our current categories helps connect readers with stories they'll e...
Firmly tied up to a wooden post, Mary Adewale screamed as Kristi Rand whipped her hard with the Black leather belt. Deep down in the basement of the Orleans townhouse they shared in suburban Ottawa, Canada, they really got into it. The big and tall young Black woman's screams filled the house. Short, slim and blonde-haired Englishwoman Kristi Rand laughed he...
Tom and Judy kept each other at arms length for the next several weeks, but both were wrestling with their inner emotions, and Judy was wracked with guilt about her unfaithfulness. Lynne had her suspicions that all was not right. Judy had seemed distant, and in bed their relationship had stalled. It came to a head when Lynne found Judy crying one evening,...
Hey, there. My name is Abigail Shay. A six-foot-tall, curvy and big-bottomed, absolutely stunning and dark-skinned young Black woman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I've got some terrific news to share with you. Drum roll please! I seduced my formerly gay best friend Robert Gory and helped him discover there's more to life than chasing guys. Yea...
My name is Jacques Arthur. I was born and raised in the City of Cap-Haitien in the Republic of Haiti. My family moved to the City of Toronto, Province of Ontario, when I was nineteen. I had some trouble adjusting to Canadian society after spending most of my life in the Republic of Haiti. Canada seemed like a really strange country, man. Fast forward six and...
Right now, I am lying in bed. There is a gorgeous young man next to me. A fine and sexy young man. Blake Mitchells is his name and he's my best friend's twin brother. He is lovely and we've just spent a wonderful night together. We made love. It was a first for both of us. I feel wonderful. It feels great to be next to him. Maybe it's the magical time we've...
When you're a bisexual man, life is most definitely not easy. I feel like the entire Universe is against me and all others like me. The LGBT community hates us bisexual men and it definitely shows. The world is full of straight women and bisexual women who reject us for swinging both ways, and gay men go out of their way to sabotage our straight lives in ord...
Growing up, I had a mad crush on Emmanuella "Manou" Jean-Pierre, the six-foot-tall, dark-skinned and tomboyish daughter of one of my father's friends. We used to play together, but Manou was a lot closer to my older sister Annabelle since they were the same age. I was a year younger than them, and in the world of females, that's a monumental difference. Chic...
I have written this story "Fifi La Femme-A Pansy at Last" mainly from personal experience as a mature homosexual transvestite who was a gay virgin until my early 40s. I hope that it will appeal both to extreme effeminates and the ultra-masculine men they ache to serve. Now divorced I've been living with my boyfriend Ron for three years as his gay wife and ye...