The name is Mitchell Saint James. This here is the story of what I've done. I am a district attorney working for the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. A six-foot-one, lean and black-haired, green-eyed Caucasian male of English and Norwegian descent in his early thirties. By day, I lead a normal life in most aspects. Just a single heterosexual white male profe...
Denise and Mike were in the middle of a quiet meal, by themselves, at their favorite Italian Restaurant. Their daughter was on the way to her grandmothers and their son was at work in a nearby Japanese restaurant. The evening had been uneventful with Denise's salad and Mike's minestrone soup acting as nice appetizers for their main course. The service that n...
The name is Gunnery Jackson Gustave. My friends call me Gunn or Mr. G. The name Gunnery tends to give people pause because it sounds unusual. I don't know what the big deal is. What's in a name anyway? Oh, well. Anyhow, I am a tall and ruggedly handsome, newly out bisexual black man of Haitian-American descent in his early forties with some time to kill and...
Aiden was only 28 and had never had to see a doctor for anything penis related, but there they were, sitting in the waiting room to see Jen's female GP. "Don't be nervous honey, she's a professional and you have nothing to worry about." Jen reassured him. Aiden smiled back at her and was about to say something when the doctor appeared and called them in....
The name is Mohammed Youssef. I'm a big and tall young Black man living in the town of Mogadishu in the Nation of Somalia. I'm here to tell you the truth about the War Against the Undead. The War against the Zombies. In the movies and poorly written novels, whenever the Zombies rise, they're always attacking someplace fancy like North America or Europe. In r...
I pull out my phone and call my wife to tell her I will be late, only an hour, maybe two. She is not happy, hell anyone would think it is a chore to spend time with the kids, maybe she has got a hot date? A man comes up to the bar and takes the seat next to me, he is talking to someone on his phone, from his manner I'll bet it's his wife, maybe his kids to...
Fred Has a Story to Tell All the characters in this story are fictional and over the age of 18. I don’t know how long we lay entangled on top of the bed. It felt like time didn’t count and we could remain there while the world spun along without us. This illusion was broken by the sound of the key in the lock. I tried to pull away from Li to present a dece...
Still holding me by my enlarged penis, Darien led me to her bedroom door. She stopped, turned around, and placed her hands on her hips. Then she began to speak. "Until I get you a collar and leash, I'll have to lead you by your penis. I expect you to remain silent, keep your hands by your sides, and otherwise remain unobtrusive. Do you understand?" I could...
I can't believe this is actually happening. As I look down I see my bikini bottoms pulled to the side just enough to allow his thick penis to slide frantically in and out of my very wet vagina. He is thrusting almost uncontrollably with his full weight on me while tightly holding my wrists down against the couch cushions. He has fire in his eyes almost like...
Black. Biracial. Mixed-race. At some point, I've used all of these terms to describe myself. Today I am only me. Wanda Beaumont. Friends call me W.B. for short. I was born in the City of Toronto, province of Ontario, to a Haitian mother and Irish-Canadian father. My biological father Sean O'Leary never married my mother, and in fact, he had to be forced by t...