The power of a people reside in how they tell their stories. For descendants of slaves, African Americans, we don't have many written records of the powerful stories our ancestors. The voices of those whose blood courses through our veins were effectively silenced by the system of chattel slavery. Slavery isn't even something we as Black people want to talk...
For once, she was glad that is was a "no sex Sunday." Sunday was the day that Daddy insisted upon resting from all but the most absolutely necessary activity. He firmly believed a rest from all normal activities was beneficial. She mostly agreed. After her "work" activity on Saturday morning and afternoon, it was good for her that Daddy was exhausted on Satu...
The next day, the Monday after Daddy had gone home to help his sister, Maggie arrived at E&M at 6 p.m., two hours earlier than the 8 o'clock start of the first of her proposed added sessions to "work through" her extensive wait list. Eli was having a cup of his excellent coffee and said, "Maggie, sugah, you early. Whazup?" "Nothing," she responded, "other t...
In the Deep South, August is a nightmare of heat and humidity. September is not noticeably better. About the middle of October, the temperature will get more tolerable and by early November there may actually be a few comfortable days in a row. That is in a hot/dry year. In a cool/wet year, late October could have many comfortable days. But God Almighty Hims...
Hi everyone! I haven't posted in a while, but I definitely have been having a lot of experiences. Best news is that I found a new adult bookstore to hang out in! I found out about if from a guy who I gave a blow job to in SECRETS in Jack London Square in Oakland. He asked me if I'd ever been there, and I told him I'd never even heard of it. It's a place call...
As I sat in the chair, my ankles crossed and tucked in, my little boy clitty was twitching as it lay tucked tightly in the white with cherries thong. It was tight, pulling at my boy hole so that whenever I moved it dug tighter into the crack of my rounded ass. My nipples itched in the cotton bra that fit tightly around my chest reminding me of the work the h...
The first flickering glimpses of a pastel dawn eat away at the night sky, leeching out over the vast plains and and casting a subtle, warm glow over the water of a small lake. Deciduous trees rim the waterline line a verdant fringe, trailing vines cast curious tendrils down the shallow banks. Woodland creatures congregate in the sand, taking their last refre...
9:00 Appointment: The Doppelganger Dr. Deengdohn Ramalama ate a satisfying breakfast consisting of a horny goat weed omelet festooned with magic mushrooms and yohimbe bark and washed down with ginseng tea. He followed that up with handful of Viagra, Levitra, Cialis and Extenze pills. Soon he would be sporting the highly-vaunted five-hour erection, and a goo...
This story was awarded Third Place in the 2020 Halloween Contest. Thank you to all my regular readers and my new friends who gave me a try and voted for me. For regular readers of mine, this story is nothing like anything I've published here before. If you've come looking for a shiny, happy lesbian love story with a Happily-Ever-After, as is my usual fare,...
Foreword: This is a work of fiction. None of the people in this story are real. None of these events ever happened. This story is nothing more than words that came from my imagination. Any similarity to any real people, places, or events is purely coincidental. This is one of my original stories that I wrote before the Internet was a sparkle in Al Gore's e...