Man, I have been feeling so depressed lately. My sexy Jamaican girlfriend Tasha Thomas dumped me for another guy. And I became the laughingstock of the University of Ottawa campus. When you're a young Black man of Haitian descent at a White school in Canada, it really sucks. My name is Arthur Saint Pierre. And these days, my life really sucks. I kind of hate...
When God speaks, you should obey without question. Just remember that God is love and anyone who preaches hate doesn't come from God. I feel that those words hold true regardless of which religion one follows, but they should be required for all followers of Islam, the religion I was born into. My name is Fatouma Bilal-Sanchez, and I'm a young woman of Saudi...
Hello, there. My name is Amelia Styles. President of McGee & Gerald Enterprises, a billion-dollar multinational manufacturing corporation. I am also a member of the International Coalition of Women's Social Clubs. All of our members are women from different classes, countries and backgrounds. We gather once a year for our well-being. Black women, white women...
"What did you expect?" Tara whispered to herself as she looked around the club. Other than the huge St. Andrews Cross that stood in the center of the room and the spanking bench that was just to its left, it could be any night club, any place in the world. Of course, the walls were painted a dark red with black accents but the lamps scattered about provided...
Matthew pressed the call button on his cell phone and felt his life ebb into the receiver and zap out into space. He was a dead man. What stood at his end of the phone was a shell, a husk. His life was officially over. The woman at the insurance company had been pleasant enough, of course, she was going to live a long and happy life. The sum of his claim was...
Chapter Nineteen Intrepid - 3756 C.E. As if things weren't already weird enough for Paul, they were about to get a whole lot worse. He was already fairly sure that it hadn't been such a great idea that the Intrepid should enter the Anomaly, however much Beatrice argued that it must be worthwhile if Mission Control had authorised it and Captain Kerensky had...
I wrote this story after seeing someone post to the forum that there aren't any black wives cheating on lesser-endowed black husbands with hung white guys in the Literotica file. Now there's at least one such story. ***** Tonya rolled back over so she could watch Jason walk to the bathroom. He looked real good from that back: Smooth, but tightly muscled mi...
It was a rather slow night for the Crimson Red, the local bar of the street. Heh, maybe if it kept going this way, the owner could close early and go home. "Hey, boss? Could we talk?" suddenly said a voice by his right side as it grew closer, this one coming from a tall, slightly dark skinned man with light hazel eyes, and long, black dreadlocks; Long enoug...
"Ismail, come on, man, you think I look like a dyke, right?" Riley Tremblay said, and she stood there, hands on her hips, staring down a certain burly Ghanaian. Six feet tall, with short, spiky dark hair, a curvy build, and tattoos everywhere except her face, the Ottawa-born, butch-identified forewoman had quite an impressive presence, and she knew it. Her s...
"You can look, gentlemen, but you definitely can't touch," Soraya Bintang said to herself, as she checked her reflection in the mirror, in a quiet corner of the boudoir. All around her, the other women of all hues who worked at the club bantered, as they got ready, and she dutifully ignored them. Tonight's show had to go perfectly, otherwise Soraya was going...