Nothing I love more than to spend some time at home, folks. Enjoying a quiet day in my mansion on Brockton's West Side. It's one of the things I enjoy the most. You see, the world makes sense once again. My name is Shavona Lavonne. A six-foot-tall, short-haired and bronze-eyed Black woman born and raised in New England. I attend Wellesley College. I am an em...
Sometimes in life, you'll find that people want to push you one way or the other. They tell you that they think a certain college major or a certain career move would be best for you. How in hell can you be sure that these people have your best interests at heart? Simply put, you can't. It doesn't matter if they're your mother or father, brother or sister, u...
One of the real joys of the holiday season is how the kink community comes together to celebrate. It seems that everyone is allowed to let their hair down that much more, to party like pagans, and to lose him or herself to pure hedonistic pleasure. This holiday season, the Houston kink community was coming together not only to celebrate in grand style, to sa...
The name is Bartleby Florestal and I'm a big and tall black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm originally from the Republic of Haiti, down in the Caribbean. A long time ago, I was a police officer. I came to America in my early thirties and decided to go back to school. Thus, I enrolled at Brockton Community College, majoring in the field...
I was released from the haven of my mistress' crotch and she stood by me in a central position, flexing her cane in readiness for my punishment as we watched the gimp's misery. The wickedly pencil-skirted headmistress that was Arabella, placed the black dish from earlier at her feet, and ordered the gimp down to it in full view of the eager crowd of women. A...
Her black, high-gloss, patent-leather 5" heels clicked against the shiny marble floor and signalled her approach. The shoes were all he could see from his naked, kneeling, head-bowed position; a position which he obediently held exactly as she had instructed. She approached him very slowly. He listened intently, both for clues as to what his Mistress might b...
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...
After that night on the beach with Jack, Trudy was a different woman. Transformed. Alive, yes... but also more than that - confident, carefree... even glowing. Cliche I know. Most of all however she was hungry with desire for more... pandoras box had been opened and now the key was being thrown away; the beast had been freed and would not be going back. Sa...
Talsiha looked out from her 10th floor apartment across the Bruxelles skyline. She could see in the distance the traffic jam with police cars, ambulance and fire trucks at the front surrounding the train station. Another evening in the city and another terrorist bomb. She shivered in the January evening chill and pulled her silk robe closer around her larg...
Hello, there. My name is Jake Bateman. I'm a big and tall black man who works for a trucking company in New England. I'm a single man with no brats. My buddy Larson Jenkins and I are both lifelong Truck Men, like our fathers before us. We're trade workers. It's not because we're dumb. We're both college degree holders. Larson attended UMass-Boston and has a...