Meet Carl Hubay, a silver-haired, trim and fit porn star living and operating in the environs of Las Vegas, Nevada. Carl is an expert when it comes to making amateur content that crosses the genres of bisexual, interracial, mature, BBW and transgender porn. He is quite talented when it comes to recruiting talented women and men of all hues to star in his fil...
Since man was able to think there existed the dark psyche, part of our subconscious that we suppress in our rational thinking, and only touch upon when we surrender ourselves to our physical desires. Freud called this side of us our Ego's, we are a race of sexual beings who only now have begun to realise our full selves. Many of us share the same dark fantas...
Angel loved living in Southern California. It was December 29th but the sun was out and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. She took advantage of this by changing into her favorite bikini, an all-white two-piece, and lounging in the sun by the pool. She remembered growing up with her mother telling her not to spend too much time in the sun. "You're already dark...
The spatters of black were barely distinguishable on the gloss of the floor. Devon snorted in self-disgust before his nose and eyes burned with tears. Cutting himself hadn't worked. He'd slit his throat, choked on his own blood for a few agonizing moments and then his body began to self-heal. Trying to summon his divine sword hadn't worked either. It resist...
Chapter Five Two day cycles later, a few more reapers arrived, along with Davariel's weredragons, Drakken, and Eriel. Eriel was not the same angel Ashriel remembered. He looked solemn, somber. He hung back and barely uttered a word. When Natanael approached him about their upcoming mission, he merely nodded. "You okay, Erie?" Natanael asked putting his ha...
Until the day I die, I will fight you bozos. Seriously. My name is Eric Wahid, and I'm a guy with problems. I was born in the City of Nabatieh, Republic of Lebanon, in early February 1987. My father Joseph Wahid is Ethiopian and my mother Catherine Al-Mansur is Lebanese, of Maronite Christian extraction. I lived an ordinary life in the City of Beirut with my...
It was night; I remember the rain as it beat against the windshield of my car. Too fast for the wipers to keep up with. I remember too, the dark shadow off one side of the road; only it wasn't really a shadow, but another truck that had overturned, too late to do anything. And I remember sirens, lots and lots of sirens in the distance, then closer, much, muc...
Author's note: Many comments have been made about typing mistakes in the first installment of this story. I do accept responsibility for all mistakes. However, I believe that some of the misunderstanding may have been brought about by my sophomoric attempt to create the realism of a black dialect. At any rate, the experiment has been discontinued. In my own...
Thanks to my editors cannd and HellsBells1890. The story is THAT much awesomer. *** It took Ryder a while to explain to Angel that they couldn't "fly" to heaven. There were protocols and parameters that needed to be followed to a tee. He sent Tenner off to get subway tickets for them while he got Angel dressed. Despite her attempts to appear ok, Ryder no...
Hello, there. Lucifer Morningstar here. That's right, ladies and gentlemen. You're actually talking to the Devil himself. Relax, I'm not here to cause you any harm. Honest. Cross my heart and hope to die. Seriously, if I wanted you dead, you'd be dead and that's that. No, I'm here to set the record straight once and for all. You see, I've been the victim of...