Bob pounded Carol hard. She wanted to feel used, out of control, and completely owned, and he enjoyed giving her what she craved. The animal in him loved the sheer physicality of their rough couplings. He stood on the floor, lifted her stiletto heels over his shoulders and pinned her thighs to his chest with his broad, calloused hands. The bed shuddered and...
Continued from Chapter 1: Trained to defend himself, an understatement, he'd make Matt Damon as Jason Bourne from Bourne Identity and Bourne Ultimatum look like an amateur and a sissy. Unlike those martial arts experts who only use their deadly force skills to defend themselves, he had a different agenda. With him a Navy Seal, a trained killer and assassin,...
He awoke with a start. Had he been having a bad dream? It seemed so real. He dreamed he had been wrapped up tightly in a sheet and carried away. Somewhere. He tried to think. It was all a blur, as if seen through a drug haze. "No matter," he thought, "a warm shower will clear my head." Tensing his muscles, he stretched out his arms, only to find he couldn't...
My name is Rakhor and although I have the appearance of a tall, good-looking black man in his early twenties, I am actually much more than that. I am the God of Balance, Justice and Travels. A Trickster who acts as a force of balance on a cosmic scale. When I look at the world these days, I find myself disgusted. Seriously. Women are getting out of control a...
Samuel Xavier here. Your favorite big and tall, forthrightly bisexual Black male urban fiction writer. And I have a question for you today. Why are there so many sociopaths in the Black community? I don't know. But I honestly think they're the reason why we can't advance as a people. The leaders of the Black community often turn out to be Black men and Black...
"Hey little brother, this is a good thing. We are starting a new life in West Liberty. Don't feel bad about the broken cup in the kitchen. The doctor said it would take time... months or a year... for both of us." Sandra, the blond around twenty years old, put her arms around Randalf, the slightly younger looking, black hair man. She snuggled her chest arou...
I live in a town of 5,500 folks in Colorado. We are rural, agricultural and have a large Hispanic population. I am fifty five and have been self-employed most all my adult life. Times were becoming difficult in my business and I knew I was not going to survive without making some changes. More and more, Hispanic restaurants, 'Tiendas' and cultural enterpri...
Sister Mary Celeste absently twirled the wedding band on her left hand. Here she was, a bride of Christ, a bride of God, and her omnipotent Hubby couldn't even get it up. Not like in the old days when he porked the brains out of that slut Mary, anyway. (Sister Mary harbored a many great evil thoughts about that particular virginal whore, even if she was tech...
Taroudannt Phillippa flicked the ash at the end of her cigarette onto the dusty earth outside the window. She watched it fall from where she sat on the passenger seat of the rented four-wheel drive and contemplated its dispersal in the slight breeze. She inhaled another centimetre of cigarette and reluctantly tossed the butt onto the earth where it smoulde...
The next night, I woke up in the same position I had first fallen into on my bed. My legs were dangling over the side of my bed, my arms spread out by my sides. Well, they always say that we vampires sleep like the dead. I sat up, my stomach lurched with an ache, the familiar hunger for human blood. My eyes were still adjusting to the darkness of my room,...