Why Black Women Need Black Men With all of the stuff going on out there in the world, it's easy for one to feel like you're going crazy. Especially if you're a Black person just trying to get by in the maddened world that is North America. All we hear is talk of Black men getting in trouble over females, especially shady white broads. A world-renowned Black...
When someone is truly wicked and feels no remorse, they should meet with a different kind of justice. We all know someone like that. A man or woman who can do anything at all without feeling guilty. They can be hustlers, drug dealers, corrections officers, senators, congressmen, governors, secretaries, police officers, social workers, nurses, doctors, bus dr...
Guys, when you learn how promiscuous I am, you will be looking for me. But it doesn't work like that. If I want you to fuck me, I'll find you! I'm not your typical woman, who will say, small cocks are adequate. I really want to be fucked by the biggest dicks in town. Fill me up to the hilt with the biggest dagger in the armory. Getting fucked is easy. All...
Note: This story contains characters from "Everybody Loves Raymond's Wife" and though it is not necessary, that story should be read first to better enjoy this one. "I'm so glad you showed up for class today," said Darlene Duncan as she swallowed the last of Jamal's sperm. "My husband's away again, maybe you and your father can come over tonight?" "Maybe,...
This story celebrates the joy of sex as it is experienced by a bisexual leatherman and his friends. The protagonist is a pansexual version of a Tom of Finland hero, a man who likes to wear boots and leather breeches when he fucks. In Part One he has been hanging out with the leatherboys, resulting in some very satisfying orgasms. In Part Two he tried his luc...
Carl King was glad to be back in his own bed. He had just returned from a long and arduous trip on the continent, which was not without its moments. He closed his eyes, luxuriating in the action going on 2 feet or so down his body. Chas Dingle, his long term partner, had Carl's not insignificant penis, buried deep in her mouth. It had been late when Carl...
The sun rose over the town of Quartier Morin, about thirty miles from the major City of Cap-Haitien in North Haiti. It found Sebastien Renard in bed, sulking. The big and tall young Black man stirred restlessly. Another sleepless night. For the thousandth time he wondered what could have possessed his father, Boston Police sergeant Ernest Renard had left him...
He's standing at the water cooler, listening to the usual banter. Things like 'which girl in accounting has the best ta-tas?' or 'If you need a date with someone really easy, try Mona over in shipping...Mona will have you moanin' in no time...' He tried to smile, tried to see the humor in his co-workers' backwards banter, but it was difficult. In the first p...
This is my very first submission to Literotica although I have several more waiting in long hand I decided to wait to see how this submission is received. I welcome comments but please remember that I am not a journalist so keep the constructive criticism to content not sentence structure. Obviously any similarity of characters to anyone living or dead is pu...
I clicked on the email from Mistress Nicolette. Inside were instructions to meet her at an apartment over by the Chelsea Piers. She said I would be cleaned up there, and then we'd head to the dungeon. My last session with Nicolette had ended ominously. The session itself was great — she fucked my ass in front of three strangers and I came hard. But while we...