2044. Year 4 of the male voting ban. The students depicted here are seniors and all 18 years of age. Miss Lucy Phillips tapped her pen happily on the desk. She had just finished her marking of the seniors and the trend was evidently continuing. Girls were beating the boys. All female grades were up. Even in these young girls, the female power unleashed by...
Introduction / Backstory (CONTENT WARNING AT THE BOTTOM) The world of Adien is a fantasy world without magic where many races exist alongside one another, they mainly consist of the prime races and the beta races - these are races that hold humanoid intelligence and instincts, such as working together and mobilizing armies. However only the prime races are c...
Heather's eyes crinkled as she gazed down on my bemused expression. Her last words hung in the air like a grenade in my mind. Was I making a fool of myself, jumping to conclusions? I just didn't know. Then she suddenly, theatrically, brushed the back of her hand across her forehead. "Suffering catfish it's going to be a hot day." She lowered her hand to pu...
Dear Students: As we reach another chapter in the study of the evolution of the Prussian Theory of Dialecticism of the Sexual Adolescent, we reach the point where youthful fantasy reverberates into the real world. The question presented is if the primal adolescent fantasy could exist, how would it really work, out there amongst the world? Ya, Ya, I kno...
Chris sat there with a horrified expression as he went through the prospectus CFNM had sent Christina. His mouth was half open, and he couldn't believe the things he was reading and seeing. His dream college was very quickly turning into an absolute nightmare. "I thought you knew about this." Chrissy said in a concerned tone. "This college is very famous f...
Three shadowy figures, two men and a woman, emerged from the trees. Count Clitovsky introduced them as Dimitri Bollokov, Sophia Testlikova and Peter Krapotkin. They were formerly students from St Petersburg, radicalised during the revolution of 1905, now in their twenties, thin and poorly fed, and dressed in black. They cast their eyes over the visitors with...
My name is Samira Klahlesh-Habari. I'm a six-foot-tall, good-looking young Black woman living in the city of Nubia. The year is 2412 A.D. of the old calendar and it's year 401 of the Nubian Calendar. I'm a citizen of the Pan-African Imperium, in what was once called the North American Division. What is the Pan-African Imperium? The greatest civilization in h...
I've felt for a long time now that I should give my perspective on the events and theories that have developed surrounding my wife Diane and our marriage. First of all, as her husband, I take absolutely no credit for her professional work, and won't attempt to add to it. As a PhD, her academic research is hers and hers alone, no matter if I drink Black men's...
Hi, there. How are you? My name is James Guillaume. I'm a six-foot-one, fairly good-looking young black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm twenty years old and I was born under the sign of the Aquarius. Which pretty much makes me an inquisitive and open-minded person by nature. Lucky me. Because life has been throwing me all kinds of challe...
Romulus Stephen sat in his bedroom in the small apartment overlooking The Park in Vanier, around the eastern bend of metropolitan Ottawa, Province of Ontario. The big and tall young Black man sat at the computer with his pants down, and furiously stroked his dick. On screen, a sexy Black woman was banging a slim White guy in the ass with her strap-on dildo....