Do black men secretly like black female dominance? Are there black men into cuckolding? How freaky do black women get behind closed doors? Is black male bisexuality a turn-on or a turn-off for self-admitted kinky black women? Those are the questions I am reading on private discussion groups about black sexuality on Facebook, and I can't help but laugh. The n...
Prologue I felt giddy, like a wide-eyed girl walking through the gates of Disneyland as Tony and I walked up the colorful embarkation gangway to board the massive cruise ship. Party music filled the air, interrupted by occasional blasts of the ship's fog-horn, as if showing off its colossal presence to the other ships at the pier. Size matters with cruise s...
This story is my own, slight reinterpretation of Gadolfsson's excellent, "Summers Eve" series. Gadolfsson's title is obviously in reference to the Scandinavian holiday of Midsummers Eve. However; "Summer's Eve" is also the name of a feminine hygiene douche that has in the past been used by some women as an expedient, post coital contraceptive as well as camo...
Disorientation. Confusion. Fortunately, no pain. A kind of milky greyness and a sensation of floating. Thankfully I still seem to be able to remember who and what I was. Memory sort of fuzzy, but intact nevertheless. The accident. Now that I really can remember clearly; no fuzziness there. And so, to the assumption. I realise that I'm in a coma, and I feel...
Caribbean Jen left her boyfriend's house early. Like usual. She enjoyed the sex they just had but was going to miss him on his business trip to Puerto Rico. She got in the car and drove away. By the time she got on 66 she noticed a note under the windshield wiper. That's odd, people never left annoying flyers on her car when she stayed over. She grabbed it...
The first time I laid eyes on Amanda, I was visiting this Church party in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I met this guy named Peterson Alexandros from the island of Barbados and he invited me to his Church. How Peter and I met is an interesting story. I was grabbing a quick bite inside the Rideau Shopping Center food court, and noticed this well-dr...
Tammy could not believe it. She had entered the raffle on a whim. Denise, her sister, asked her who she would be bringing with her to that cruise in the Caribbean if she won. She laughed at the suggestion that she would be the winner. Now, she had the winning ticket, and she decided that she would drag Denise through the Caribbean on a boat. When Denise hea...
Some people think that I'm kind of strange. Especially out here in the town of Ottawa, the dreary capital of Canada. All because I like to be myself. The name is Stephen Saint Vincent. Born in the City of Cap-Haitien, Republic of Haiti. I grew up in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I identify as Haitian-American. And I am fiercely loyal to both halves of m...
"Mister, I don't approve of your relationship with my daughter Anisha," said Farrokh Khan, and the curvaceous Pakistani Muslim matriarch looked at Benjamin Hanover haughtily. The tall, dark and handsome young Afro-Caribbean student stroked his goateed chin thoughtfully, wondering how to best answer such a harsh statement. Smiling like the Devil himself, Benj...
"A brother could definitely get used to this," Suleiman Al-Aswad said, sighing happily as he lay in bed with Amman and Asma El-Senussi, the lovely couple that owns the Shawarma Paradise restaurant which he patronized frequently. Outside the El-Senussi household, a modest townhouse located in the heart of Nepean, Ontario, a fast-driving snow blanketed the lan...