"Can I help you, bud? You've been staring at me and following me for a while," Jamal Stephens said, and the big and tall young black man glared angrily at his latest stalker. Just another creep who became fascinated with Jamal and started following him around. This wasn't an act of cruising but straight-up stalking, the one thing which Jamal doesn't tolerate...
A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists – Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 40). This story c...
It was an unseasonably chilly and dark day in the city, but I was rather comfortable and relaxed. As I sipped my scotch on the rocks and gazed at the clouds, I mused about the murder case that I had just solved. It wasn't a particularly difficult one as I had recently adopted a new theory on crime. There is always a woman involved. And women could make eve...
Issue #1: Scarlett's Training Program [Note: This story is based on the Marvel Comics version of G.I. Joe. This story occurs before Snake-Eyes is disfigured, and is based on the flashback training sequence seen in issue #27.] * * * * * On the training level of the Pit: headquarters to the newly-formed G.I. Joe team, ten members of the team listened as...
Introduction updated version May 12th, 2017 Art made by cartoonavenger2011. Check out his blog: http://cartoonavenger.blogspot.com.ar/ As usual, Homer gets sleep in work. Unbeknowst, he produced a nuclear fusion that affected Springfield in a strange way: nobody die for the fusion, but children had their bodies altered by it, making them age to their teenage...
I wake up to the sound of my alarm, leap out of bed like a kid, grab a quick shower and gobble down some toast. I dress in a hurry and snatch up the envelope. I'll shred it as soon as I get to my office. With my luck, Mr. Johnson will enter my apartment today, trying to hunt down some plumbing or electrical problem in the building, and find the damned thing....
Welcome readers, to a new story. If you want to understand the inspiration for this story, look for an article entitled, "Preacher says women open a portal to hell when they masturbate" I'm just going to go with that. Hope you enjoy. Cheers, @XavierTorch Chapter 1 Sally waited patiently while Bren choked, coughed, and regained his composure...
By the time she returned home at midnight, Darla was both emotionally and physically spent after having had to work extra late, because of a car accident, for nearly six hours without so much as a 15 minute break. Darla was even more saddened by the fact that all the sex she now craved, and which she believed Pierre could giver her, would now have to wait we...
Jamal Boyd is my name. I'm just one of the guys, as I like to say. I'm a young Black man living in the city of Boston. I'm a student at Suffolk University, studying Criminal Justice. I'm around six-foot-three, with light brown skin, fine features and a well-defined, muscular body. I'm a fine-looking man, if I dare say so. And I do dare. I'm like a younger ve...
FTM. Do you know what that means? For the unwary, it means female-to-male transsexual. That's what I am, even though I haven't begun any surgeries or started taking hormones yet. If you were to look at me, you'd see a six-foot-tall, blonde-haired, kind of tomboyish white chick. You might even check out my big boobs and big white butt and think that I'm hot,...