Good morning, folks. Brother Samuel here. Your friendly neighborhood big and tall, openly bisexual erotic fiction writer. I have some very interesting news. My parents are finally dead. And I couldn't be happier. Oh, and I had nothing to do with it. Seriously. They've both been a thorn in my side my entire life. My father died of complications from diabetes....
My name is Theodore James Madder. My friends and family members call me TJ. It's my favorite nickname. The hero of this tawdry little tale. I'm a seven-foot-tall young black man living in the combative and competition-obsessed city of Brockton, Massachusetts. These days, I'm doing many exciting things. I'm a freelance writer for the infamous newspaper called...
Outspoken feminist. Proud lesbian. Women's issues author. Staunch liberal. Title IX supporter. Women's rugby coach. Odd are the paths that led me to Allah, my brothers and sisters. My Christian name was Meredith Janet Hawthorne. My friends called me M.J. Recently I changed my name to Fatuma Al-Shabar. Changing my name to fully reflect my Muslim identity. I a...
My problem was that I had met Lynn at church. Sweet, soft spoken Lynn. Indeed, I had joined the church in order to meet more single women. Lynn was very pretty, and quite friendly. We went out a few times and, since I was looking for a new place to live, she had suggested I move into the house she shared with 3 other graduate students. The women were all ve...
Fair warning: this story revolves around a discussion on feminism between a sociology and a philosophy professor inspired in part by a real discussion I've had with a colleague. This is a long story and this stuff plays a big role in it. If that's not your cup of tea, I suggest you try some of my other stories. On the other hand, it is one of my personal fav...
NOTE: is you just wanna get to the nasty stuff, you can skip the marked-off section that deals with the background and set-up... * * * * * The Premise: XXX-Women After founding the original X-Men, Professor X was often found to be missing or believed to be dead or off on some secret mission he told no-one about. In truth, Professor X was training an enti...
Oh, my frigging Gawd! My ass is full! Currently, I'm on all fours, my big black plump butt cheeks spread wide open. Drilling his twelve-inch uncut black super cock into my tight asshole is my main man Trevor. The roughest, meanest black pimp this side of Detroit. Every time he slams his cock into my shit hole, I feel like I am frigging dying. And I totally l...
Carla awoke as the sun streamed through the apartment window. She stretched, rolled up on one elbow and looked down at the sleeping Darryl and beyond to their lover, Leanne. Last night had been rather surprising. Though the assault on Darryl had gone off exactly as planned, Carla's reaction to it was, in the morning light, not what she'd expected. The "prob...
Becca's business was booming since the news of her punishments had hit the campus newsletters. While Becca continued her college education, she read with interest about the development of a new fighting game, Garakan 5. It had managed to make news because all of the female characters in the game were dressed in skimpy costumes leaving very little to the imag...
May 7, 2001 Steven Pressman was reading the "Personals" in the Little Timber Times. Yes, his wife was off playing bridge, as usual, on a Friday night. He did have this week's vast collection of Chemistry tests finally corrected. Of course, there was nothing worth watching on TV. Damn this was pathetic, he thought, still.... There was a thank-you for all...