My name is Patrick Alexander Perth. A six-foot-one, dark-skinned and ruggedly handsome Black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm a student at the University of Massachusetts. Majoring in law. Folks, I've got something to confess. I'm a racist. I just don't like White people. Seriously. I can't stand them. They think they're all that. They ac...
Right now, I'm on my knees before the lovely and powerful Nubia Blackstone, the sexy African-American Goddess whom I worship. The six-foot-two, lean and muscular Black Amazon sits on the couch with her legs spread as I tenderly lick her pussy. My name is Caroline O'Bannon, a Canadian-born Irish dyke who simply worships superior Black women. Nubia orders me t...
*edited version with minor changes* Ali awoke to a blaring sun in his eyes and sat up quickly, only to lay back down with extreme dizziness. He confusedly surveyed his surroundings. Contemplating the ocean in front of him as the teal blue waters winked at him, the prior events ambushed his brain, causing him to groan, and then panic as he remembered the gir...
There is no sex in this story. Sorry. Thanks to the Hip and Knee doctor for editing assistance. * "What are you doing home? Why aren't you at work? What are you packing for?" I thought the questions wouldn't end. It would be nice if she gave me a chance to answer one of them before the next one came. Caitlin was standing by the bedroom door watching me p...
It is indeed a very old story but it is one that must be told again and remembered. A life time of love and happiness, and a loving family is very important to all of us. I only wish this was fiction. She was dying. The last days were here. After 3 years of cancer, she was at the end of her fight. The Doctor that had broke the cancer news to us way back th...
What's up? My name is Haweeyo Suleiman, and I'm a thirty-year-old black Muslim woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I was raised in a conservative Muslim household, as befitting a Somali immigrant woman, but life hasn't been kind to the pious and quiet, somewhat repressed Muslim sister that I used to be. My former husband Ali Hussei...
About a year ago I wrote and published a very hot story called "Massage This". It's in the "Interracial Love" section. It was a work of pure fantasy about two co-workers who connect following a series of massages but it was actually based on real people, myself being the amateur masseur. I've always enjoyed reading erotic stories and find that writing them i...
I don't know what I was born to do. Sometimes, I believe I was born to write. Even with all of my questionable grammar, it has always been what I've been best at. In childhood, I dreamed of being a teacher, a lawyer, a nurse, and even a doctor. But when I was 14, I settled on becoming a writer. Not settled. It chose me. It knew it was in me. I spent a great...
I've been horny since I got my first period, sometime in the last century. As my tits got bigger they became a greater source of pleasure for me. From 13 to 16, I was always willing to make out with boys and let them feel me up. I got laid for the first time when I was 16 with the boy who would become my husband. There has been no one else, ever, although my...
"Alexis?" "Huh, what," I answer distractedly from across the bedroom. "What time is it?" "3am, go back to sleep Johnny." "Alexis, the book isn't going to disappear over night, you can finish it in the morning." "Shh, I need to find out what happens." "C'mon sweetie, it's lonely here in this big ol' bed," you coax. "I mean really, who's a better lover,...