"Sometimes, my dearest Mariam, I like to watch black women get fucked by non-black men," Rahim Osman said with a sigh, and the six-foot-four, athletic and handsome young Somali-American Muslim man's shoulders sagged a bit as he finally confessed his most hidden secret to Mariam Wahid, his girlfriend of four years. Whatever her reaction, Rahim was tired of ly...
As if truly seeing myself for the first time, I had an epiphany while staring at myself in the mirror as to why I write. "Why do I write?" I'm Susan Jill Parker, my real name, and I'm a writer. Yet, I'm not just any writer. I don't write non-fiction, something that most writers write. Matter of fact, did you know that 95% of everything published in the wor...
The following updates were posted to Twitter by various people, anonymously, over the past eighteen months: - Walked in on sister-in-law giving blow job to boyfriend. don't think they saw me. - Found out my girlfriend used to date a co-worker. Can't stop thinking about them having sex. - Is it so wrong that every time that one girl in my office walks by,...
#02: Jake If you are part of my generation, you'll remember the despicable newspaper advice columnist Ann Landers. Occasionally, she would publish a letter from a reader, relating an interesting story of how he met his wife. Over the years, I've been collecting stories of how men met their wives, or how wives met their husbands. These are stories that Ann...
In the bedrooms of Black couples across the continent of North America, a change is definitely occurring. Folks, when you think of cuckolding, you typically envision a White chick getting fucked by a well-endowed Black guy while her White husband or boyfriend watches. Am I right? Of course I am. I'm almost always right. What you won't read about anywhere is...
That particular Monday started out nicely enough for restaurant owner and businesswoman Yvette Pierre. Rising at seven o'clock in the Vanier townhouse she owned, Yvette showered and got dressed, then went to open her restaurant, Yvette's Spot. Braving the Ontario winter was no joke, but the strong lady had a business to run. By ten o'clock the tireless Haiti...
This is module one, chapter one. This is going to be a novella of sorts. The intent is to have 4 modules total covering different times in our main characters life. While it is feasible to read any of these independently, this is a carryover story, so reading them in order is beneficial. Module one, our main character, Katherine "Kat" is a senior in high s...
"Have another one," the voice cried and the farmers' son felt a cool beer pushed into his hand. He squinted, trying to make out the outline of the person who had given it to him but it could be any of the dozen people celebrating his eighteenth birthday with him. He fell slightly to the side as he leant on the bar and groaned, putting the glass to his lips....
Monica's story There was a knock on the door, and when I opened it, there was Jennifer's mother. "Hi, Mrs Matthews, Jennifer will be right back; she just went down to the bathroom is all." I'd never seen Jennifer's mom before, but I knew who she was the second I saw her; it was like looking at Jennifer at 45. She had the same long hair, the same honey blond...
Happy reading! If you like my story, please vote! I grew up in Enid, Oklahoma, a town of less than 20,000 people – all poor, except a few, all quiet and reserved, except a few, but only until they'd been drinking, or at a Mt. Salem Baptist Church revival – then it was different story. No one talked much; everyone was pretty much content to mind their own bu...