The sun rose over the City of Paris, France, bathing the City of Lights in its golden haze. Salwa "Sal" Taher stretched luxuriously on the king-sized bed in the master bedroom of her rented townhouse in the plush Neuilly-Sur-Seine neighborhood. The young woman yawned, and then got up, and stood in front of the mirror, wearing only a coy smile on her lovely f...
I sat across from him not knowing exactly what to say. Nervously, I fidgeted with my napkin waiting for him to begin. We had already gone through the obligatory small talk and pleasantries. I had a feeling that the conversation danced carefully around taboo subjects, but I had a feeling the dance had ended and it was time to change tempo. The way he looked a...
'The dark elves, so sensual, so sexy, so uninhibited, yet so repressed, they don't hold back because of morals, for they have none, but rather fear, fear of being vulnerable from lust, and when they do indulge, it is always to excess, for their appetites are dark and ravenous from denial' Bliss knew all this from before, but she had no choice but to listen...
"Who's your strong Black goddess? Fool, speak up when you're spoken to," Lethal Lipps said sharply as she stood, hands on her hips, glaring down at the muscular, stocky and fit brother who knelt at her feet. The curvy, brown-skinned, dark-haired and sultry African American porn star licked her infamous lips, a smug smile on her lovely face. Impatiently she a...
(Gabe is Alice's protector and fuckbuddy. This is his backstory. Soon he will help Alice reach her sexual pinnacle.) * Alice liked Gabe for a lot of reasons but mostly because he knew how to bring her to the top and keep her there for a while. Gabe had had lots of opportunity to get experience. Women really liked the way he looked, tall, curly-haired and t...
Black. That was all. Just black. She was disorientated. She was sore. She was....FUCK!!! That word kept escaping from between her broken lips. She was confused. She was thirsty. OUCH!! She was in a box and had just hit her head trying to raise up. Fuck....the expletive was a little less sure of itself as it escaped her broken lips, dried blood making them fe...
Sam Jasper was into everybody's business. He owned the most successful Ford dealership in the area and every cop, revenue agent and booze runner knew that nothing could outrun a Flathead V-8. Sam got all the business because he looked the other way whenever good or evil wanted something special to keep a level playing field. While Sam's dealership prospered...
The life of a werewolf is a dangerous and thrilling thing. Trust me, I know. My name is Harold Rameau. I'm a tall, good-looking young black man of Haitian descent living in Boston, Massachusetts. I've been a wolfman my entire life. Please don't be frightened. I'm not here to eat you. I'm just a guy with a story to share, that's all. The story I'm about to sh...
My name is Jennifer Saint Hill. Just a tall, voluptuous young black woman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I write this because I want to give thanks. I'm thankful for what I've got. The Good Lord gave me intelligent, health and good looks. He also gave me a wonderful family. I am grateful for my father, Franklin Saint Hill. He's a stocky black m...
Author's Note : - This story is going to be long, and is not meant for instant gratification. In other words, this won't be a quickie, so if you were looking for that, sorry to have disappointed you. I'll be writing other stories to fit that category. Hope to see you there. Please bear in mind that the story is located in a fictional world of magic, Cardae...