Brother Samuel here. The most controversial writer in the history of online erotica. I'm a big and tall, openly bisexual young Black man of Haitian descent living in the Bird's Nest area of Ottawa, Ontario. Way down in the Confederation of Canada. I'm new in town and I hate it already. Canadians of all colors are such fakes and flakes. Especially those I'm r...
All characters in this short story are over 18. ***** I was heading into the library, planning for about three hours reading one sunny Friday evening in early August after a late tea, I headed to my specialist area, where there are a bank of desks. I settled in, and found I was alone in the room except for one lonely figure about 9 desks to my left, with a...
This is based on a true story as told to me by the person who experienced it. Actually a relative, but not a close one. The introduction is fairly long, but it almost has to be to set the stage, so bear with me. It gets hot after that. (Edited to protect identities.) Well, it's a long story and maybe it was bound to happen sooner or later. I got accused of...
Tabitha stretched luxuriously, enjoying the way her red silk sheets whispered against her new black stockings. It was a rainy Tuesday in October and she'd spent the evening relaxing in bed wearing nothing but her favorite chemise and the incredibly sexy new thigh-highs. Needless to say, she was horny as hell and ready to let someone else admire the way the b...
Perhaps one day someone will convene a panel of scholars and academics that discusses Black sexuality and that addresses the subject of Black erotica. From the rhythmic tales of the sagacious griot, weaving tales of slaves whose love endured the horrors of chattel slavery, to the Harlem Renaissance with its unapologetic look at that mysterious element which...
Brandy's bathroom light went on at 9:30. I pushed away from the computer screen and took my place in the chair by the window. I made sure that the chair was back from the streetlights that bleed through my third floor window. I also made sure that the chair was a comfortable one, for I would often sit and watch Brandy for hours. Brandy wasn't her real name....
'I love Halloween.' Catherine Davis thought to herself. 'It is the only holiday that's just for me.' Christmas and Thanksgiving were family holidays. Forth of July was always company picnics. Easter was church and family, but Halloween was hers. Especially now, that the kids were grown and off to college or on their own, All Hallows Eve had become her specia...
ONE A beautiful smile possessed the oval soft-featured face of Lily Mathieson as she unhurriedly turned the page of her book – unhurriedly as she was trapped in her private little world of romance and had no wish to escape prematurely. The tiny alarm clock in her handbag would shrilly bring her back with a bang when it was time to return to the office. B...
I've been seeing my barber, Liz, for my haircuts for some 20-plus years. I get a cut every two weeks on Saturday morning; that's just a leftover from my military career. And Liz reserves two appointment blocks for me. She often gives me a shoulder and neck massage, which she does for few others due to her carpel tunnel syndrome in her wrists and hands. Liz j...
The time of crisis came quickly, for Robert and, of course, Susan and Jim were invited to Jean and Don's that Saturday evening, the weekend before classes started. When dressing for the occasion, Susan deliberately chose a high necked blouse and a somewhat longer, full skirt. Under it she wore her usual garter belt and hose, but her panties were opaque and f...