My name is Jay Saint Guillaume. I'm a big and tall young black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. The story that I'm about to tell you is one hundred percent true. Of course many will doubt me because that's what doubters do. I don't give a shit. That's my story and I'm sticking with it. Oh, by the way, I'm also a vampire. Just thought you sh...
This is a collection of vampire erotica that I will be writing, over time, to test new ideas, new writing techniques, and just simply to get stuff that has been floating around in my head written down on paper to bring it to life. It also helps to de-clutter my noggin. Some of these stories may grow over time, and spawn off into full sized stories like “The...
They say that life experiences can change you. What happens to your life when you are no longer numbered among the living yet aren't dead either? My name is Raphael Hughes. If you were to gaze upon me, you'd see a tall, good-looking black man in his early twenties. Once upon a time, that's who I was. Then, everything changed one night. It was the summer afte...
When you're the only daughter of a powerful and old-fashioned family, they tend to be a bit overprotective. As much as a family can love its precious daughter, they must understand that someday, she'll have to flap her wings and fly away. That's the way of nature, and of the mundane world. I wish my parents understood that. My name is Nasira "Nana" Boubacar...
Man, I am scared shitless. Seriously. Everybody is gunning for me and I don't think I can get away this time. I guess they lack a sense of humour in spite of my attempts at helping them gain one. So what if I accidentally caused a war? These things happen. At least, I think they do. Whatever. The name is Jeremy Saint-Pierre. A big and tall young Black man of...
This is a sequel to the story "Vampire For My Birthday" that I posted on the SEVERUSMAX account. ***** "Jack, is that you? Where have you been? I've left message after message for you," Lizzie inquired as she set foot inside Ray's house (now mine) at last. "Come in here, Lizzie. You're lucky you caught me at night. I sleep during the day now. I have my...
Standing atop the Empire State Building in New York City, a six-foot-tall, athletically built and handsome African-American man in his late thirties stood perfectly still, gazing thoughtfully at the vast metropolis. Anyone looking at him would see a tall, ruggedly handsome Black gentleman with chocolate skin, short Black hair cut into a style called a bald f...
(From the 1939 edition of the Compass Encyclopedia, Volume Thirty-Seven, Umbrella-Vermin.) The vampire is a creature of folklore. It features primarily in Eastern European folklore, but virtually every culture on earth has some sort of local variant on vampire myth. This has led some foolish people to speculate that there is a factual basis to the vampire l...
No one is certain exactly how it all started. No one knows who let loose the plague that reduced humanity to a race of vampires—save the small enclaves of ‘norms’ who lived in terror with each setting of the sun. Hunted by the undead each night, they struggled for survival as they moved among the burned out remnants of what was once a thriving civilization....
Howdy, folks. How are you doing? My name is Patrick John Hadelson. I am a six-foot-two, good-looking ( and I do say so) black man in his early twenties. I'm an Aquarius, and I am also a registered democrat. Oh, and I'm bisexual. Myra, my dear lady knows about it and she's cool, as long as I'm faithful to her. Which I am. She's the love of my life. I live in...