A lot of American people carry inside their heads this popular misconception that black females are sexually inhibited. Well, that's a damn lie. My name is Sarah Jessica Johnson and I'm a Boston gal here to tell it like it is. Black women are not sexually inhibited. Well, not all of us anyway. Sure, there are quite a few frigid bitches in our communities jus...
Rachel returned from the bathroom suddenly aware of not having a bra on as she noticed two men sitting at the table next to theirs. Her husband only smiled as he noticed her erect nipples under the thin shirt. She wasn't surprised at his reaction; she was surprised at how much the other men seemed to like looking at her pregnant body. The men's eyes followed...
I still remember that first time; looking towards my husband furtively to see if he was watching but so as not to alert the man who was pushing his fingers into my knickers. I was so mixed up it was really hard to focus. I was in a club with a man, a black man, whom I'd been kissing for the past hour, pressing his fingers against my sex while my husband stoo...
We were grinding on the dance floor of the club, moving our hips into each other to the hip hop music blasting, trying to focus on each other through the blinking lights in the dark. His familiar hands ran up and down my body as I swayed against him, cupping my ass and fingers digging into my hips and waist, pulling me close to him. God, I loved this man so...
What's up people? The name is Suleiman Bashir and I'm a big and tall Black Muslim man of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm forty two years old and happily married to a six-foot-tall, curvy and gorgeous Black woman named Maryam Ibrahim-Bashir. We are a professional couple, devout Sunni Muslims, and we're extremely happy together. I'm a...
I walk through the club, the music pulsating, the bodies writhing on the dancefloor. Two steps behind me walks a man, his head inclined, his eyes on my ankles as is proper. He wears nothing but a collar. A collar around his proud, erect cock, and it is with this that I lead him through the club to a much quieter room. I close the door and turn to face him....
The gunshot echoed across the prairie. I looked down at poor Whiskey as I slowly reloaded my Peacemaker. He was a good horse and his death was on me. Well, me and the damned rattlesnake that spooked him. I was half asleep in the saddle and noticed the rattler at about the same time as Whiskey. The old boy reared and threw me, which was embarrassing enough f...
The Punishments Strapped down firmly to the seat between the metal trusses, surrounded only by the flickering glow from the ten or so candles lit all around me, I wait in the dark room as I can hear the steps of my mistress getting closer. The clicks of her high heels hitting the black stone tiles of the floor getting slowly louder. I hear other steps too,...
*Author's Note: Any and all persons depicted in this story are over the age of eighteen years. Disclaimer: This story has been edited by myself, using Microsoft Spell-check. You have been forewarned. Another in the Western Genre. Although this story does begin quite similarly as 'Riverboat Princess' in the same category, this story has many different eleme...
It was another Halloween night in the sleepy port town of Hennessey somewhere on the coastline of Maine. On the Old Woodsmen bridge stood an imposing figure of a man as the sun set; he was a tall slender man and black as pure ebony. A black cloak billowed out from his body forced away by the retreating autumn breeze to revel that he wore a small axe strapp...