Bar Casamance sat in the African quarter of Marseille, thick roughhewn tables and various African flags were decked out in the interior which held space for some twenty tables, some American diner style cubicles around the edge and the rest in what clearly functioned as the dance floor later in the evening. Light drum and percussion played on the stereo. The...
Dear Master -- I am so horny tonight that I cannot think of anything but you. I can't help but fantasize about last Wednesday. My hand keeps teasing my nipples, taunting them like you did. I keep thinking about how your hand was buried so deep in my pussy. The image of you lying flat on my bed, one hand casually behind your head as you looked up at me wit...
A Wife's Awakening: How My Wife Became a Big Black Cock Slut ~This is a true story about me (Steve) and my wife (Valerie). All events occurred, with a few enhancements for readers' pleasure. * Val and I had been married for 15 years; she is now 34, and I am 37. We got married because Val was pregnant, and marriage was the best thing to do back then in sc...
Lisa had confided in a friend, who'd passed her on to a friend, who knew of a group, one of whose members was David. Eventually, they'd met for coffee. He was older than she, in his late 30s or early 40s. Medium looks, trim build, sandy hair, business-casual dress. She had an impression of self-assurance, but not in any ostentatious way. He seemed more like...
This preface is the background for most of my bondage and slavery stories. It describes a world where most girls are enslaved. Their bodies become owned property with no rights at all. At the moment most of my stories are brief visions into this world and do not exist in any order or anything that could be called a "book" but perhaps they will become organiz...
Disclaimer: I do not own Thor, The Avengers, Avengers: Age of Ultron or anything to do with Marvel. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Maria Hill had promised herself, and sworn to anyone who would listen, that she wouldn't run and she certainly wouldn't hide from the psychotic alien known as Sif. It was mostly because she refus...
While I parked the car Patricia went into the house. Moments later I followed and she met me in the kitchen with a grocery list. When I looked at her she said "Steve I would appreciate it if you would run up to the store for me." I looked at her a little shocked but agreed. It seemed to be a strange request to me considering what we had just been through bu...
Brother Samuel here. Your favorite big and tall, good-looking bisexual black male writer and urban adventurer. The world changed in 2008 and I think many people are still playing catch-up. Lately, I've been seeing racist men and racist women acting more shifty than usual. They are looking at black people differently. And I've been seeing black men and black...
Writer's note: You may have heard this story about any rural high school in America. Urban legends are always better when seasoned with local spices. If you're looking for hot sex, sorry, there's just enough skin showing here to make it interesting. * The wrecked car is a local landmark on the two-lane highway that leads to the high school. Buddy's family...
Arab men hate seeing Arab women with non-Arab males, and these fuckers are racist as hell even though they will deny it until kingdom come. So I know when they see me with my new Haitian-Canadian lover Marcel, they want to tear their eyes out. Makes me shudder with pleasure just thinking about their reaction. The fact that Marcel is a proud Christian with a...