T. G. I. F! It is FINALLY Friday! I skip out of work without so much as a "goodbye" to my co-workers, all I want to do is get home and fall asleep as quickly as I can. The 15 minute drive to my apartment is entirely too long. I want to be home NOW. I pull into my drive, park my car, all but run upstairs and let myself into my apartment. I strip quicker than...
There are some things in this world which one simply doesn't understand. Like why do some men decide to get Vasectomies. In one's sincere opinion, that's one of the worst things a man can ever allow to be done to himself. Seriously. Rather than allow himself to be neutered just because his nagging wife or girlfriend said so, why doesn't the guy just castra...
Damn, I thought to myself as I admired Mouna Hassan's big round ass as the sexy Black woman began undressing. I stroked my eight inches of thick, uncircumcised Haitian dick as she got ready for me. In case you're wondering who this is, my name is Jeremiah Emmanuel Jackson. I was born in the town of Quartier Morin in the island of Haiti and raised in the City...
"Look over there Amy!" squealed Bella, pointing out the taxi window to the pink and orange hues blanketing the western side of Chiang Mai. Amy sat up, still half-asleep, and peered out the window. It really was a beautiful city, she thought, but after a long day of travelling, she was too tired to appreciate it in full. Her travelling companion, on the oth...
This follows 'Coming Home for the Very First Time' and 'The Submissive is tested again'. Please read them first. Dedicated to PMS and M and all women who refuse to be confined by stereotypes. ***** 7.00am Thursday His phone pinged. He woke, grabbed it and looked at the screen. It was a message from Mistress: "The weekend is on. Prepare yourself. Details...
It was a warm mid-August evening in the outskirts of Toronto as I arrived at the party on my motorcycle just as it was getting dark. I parked in the driveway, removed my riding clothes and joined the party wearing my gym shorts, T-shirt and trail runners. These are much more comfortable than the bike clothing. I met my host who introduced me to her niece, a...
Every day of my life, I'm surrounded by unpleasantness. Sometimes, I wonder what is it that makes me different. And why the broad spectrum of humanity disgusts me so much. Seriously. Misanthropy is the perfect word to describe my state of mind most of the time. The things I see people do completely stun me at times. Male and female, black and white, straig...
Always hold your head high when walking in the sea of hostility, I say to my grandson Djohar "Joe" Pierrot. Thanks grandma, the six-foot-tall, honey-colored young man says as he gently kissed my forehead. With a sigh, he pulled away from me. Tugging at his collar, he straps on his backpack and gets ready to leave. Enjoy your classes at U of T, I shout to him...
Darien leaned down and planted her soft, juicy lips on mine. I savored the sweet taste of he her mouth for a moment before I noticed her tongue inside mine. She was French kissing me! This was all new territory for me. I had never kissed a girl, let alone let one run her tongue all over the inside of my mouth. It was all too sweet, too real.... Darien pull...
Hello, there. My name is Carl Haworth. Well, in this life anyway. I have so many names. The Conqueror. The Destroyer. The God of Travels. The Master. Take your pick. Call me by any name, I'm here for only one purpose. Your destruction, of course. I'm a six-foot-tall, slender and very good-looking black man living in a nice townhouse in the Back Bay neighborh...