Samuel here. I've been called many things. From sadistic misanthrope to freak. From cruel and unusual bastard to literary genius. Well, many people can't agree on what to make of me. I'm the writer whose stories show men and women at their best and worst. There are bad men and bad women in this world. The media and society at large thinks of women as saints...
Never make assumptions about the lives of people you don't know. My name is Hagarla Osman and I'm a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. On September 13, 2013, I turned twenty two. I study accounting at Carleton University and hope to work in finance or banking someday. As a pious, Hijab-wearing East African Muslim femal...
She didn't appreciate being called ma'am or Mrs. Carmichael. She was always Cassie of the Deerborn lodge. Once Deerborn Lodge was a modest inn for travelers, but since her husband died, she desired a more interesting lifestyle. Her blue eyes were her distinctive trait, and she always liked to wear lighter colors to highlight their brightness. Deerborn Lod...
The name is Mitchell Jean Baatil. I'm a big and tall young Black man of South African and Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Just a guy coping with a changing world. I'm a student at Pacheco Jackson College, a local four-year school. The school was created in 1989 when two of Massachusetts two-year schools merged to become a four-...
Love is silly. This is not to say that love is laughable, or funny; it's neither. Love is not trivial. It is sublime, life-altering. Love changes. But love, especially new love, makes us act silly, makes us think differently. We do things out of character for us, we say things we normally wouldn't say and almost immediately the changes begin. The playboy...
The next morning she awoke alone. She dressed, brushed her hair and found Stu making tea in the kitchen but no sign of Satchin. 'He was a bit embarrassed this morning, and has gone to find a vehicle for us. Are you okay?' 'You bet,' she smiled at him. They drank their tea in silence; Danielle contemplating her arrival back in Australia and the changes in...
ZAGREB CHEESEBURGER I woke from the dream with a raging hard-on of an intensity seldom known these days by a body that has seen almost eight decades. Still slumped in the ancient recliner, with a glass of 25 year old single malt by my side and the embers of a December blaze dying in the fireplace, I battled with my mind for a few moments in that nether regi...
"I want to get my cock in that tight pussy of yours," he whispered to me. "Meet me in the bathroom." He started to get up, shoving his big, hard, shiny cock back into his pants, but I stopped him. "Why go to the bathroom?" I said with a smirk. "Why not right here?" He hesitated and I gave his still-exposed cock a squeeze. It was all the encouragement he n...
Right now, I'm having a good time. I'm living a White woman's dream. What is it that I'm doing, exactly? I'm fucking a hunky, well-endowed Black man. How I'm fucking him is the most interesting part. He's on all fours in my basement, face down and ass up as I drill my strap-on dildo into his ass. His name is Paul Brown. And I'm his Mistress. That's Mistress...
It was a sunny afternoon the day I came to my aunt Amalthea's estate in Atlanburg. It would be an understatement to say I was tired. After a day and a half riding in a carriage through the stinking metropolis, the suburbs and out to the country house I was not in the best state. I stared up at the letters carved into the archway above the door: Murray Manor...