My name is Ivan James. I am a tall, good-looking young black man with an obsession. What is my little obsession? Well, it's not something that would be considered mainstream by most people. I love fucking big women in the ass. Seriously. I am addicted to the booty holes of big beautiful women and there is no known cure for my affliction. Just call it an anal...
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...
I just moved into this nice apartment complex. It was in a nice neighborhood with a beautiful view of the Atlantic Ocean. It was a small place with a one bedroom just for a bachelor like myself. My friends and my brother helped me move my stuff in. I work for a traveling hard rock band that tours around the nation every three months. We would go out and play...
I was so upset when my granny passed away that I cried for nearly a week and even had to take a few days off work because of my grief. I still miss her today and would much rather she was still with us even though she was so generous to me in her will. It transpired that my grandparents were very astute and although they lived very modestly, they quietly bui...
Tonight, Diana Odoms was right where she was born to be. On her back, arms and legs firmly bound by steel chains, moaning and drooling as a thick Black dick slid into her asshole. Slowly. Her glistening dark brown skin was covered with sweat, and her eyes were wide open with shock and lust. Lying naked on the king-sized bed, completely naked and bound, the y...
A lot of Black men in the world of BDSM fervently want to explore their submissive desires with a dominant Black woman. The problem is that a lot of dominant Black ladies in that realm only cater to the needs of submissive White dudes, and that's a damn shame. Yet those same sisters get mad when they see a brother with a White woman. Well, if Black women are...
Sunday mornings in the apartment I share with Ebony are always lazy and relaxed. I was up and around first making some coffee when Ebony's bedroom door opened and she emerged, yawning and rubbing her eyes. "Hi Candy, what time is it?" she asked. "Almost eleven fifteen," I replied "Jesus," "how did I manage to sleep so long?" The sight of Ebony's silky...
Sunday mornings in the apartment I share with Ebony are always lazy and relaxed. I was up and around first making some coffee when Ebony's bedroom door opened and she emerged, yawning and rubbing her eyes. "Hi Candy, what time is it?" she asked. "Almost eleven fifteen," I replied. "Jesus," "how did I manage to sleep so long?" The sight of Ebony's silk...
In some ways the path that lead me to this place in my life is clear, but in other ways it is murky and hard to follow. I'm in my late forties, married with no children, and with a comfortable life. We are best friends and love each other very much, but my wife and I have always had a difficult and unsatisfying sex life and much of the reason for that lay i...
My name is Stephen Paul Bastille. I'm a big and tall Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I recently moved there from my beloved City of Brockton, in the state of Massachusetts. These days, I major in Criminal Justice at Carleton University. And I'm a man with a secret. Okay, I'm a man with many secrets. I have issu...