The name is Christopher McLord. College student, Macho Man and International Trickster Extraordinaire. I am the hero of this story. A tall, good-looking young black man living in urban America. Standing six feet three inches tall, jet-black and quite handsome, weighing exactly two hundred and fifty pounds. And last but not least, I am the proud owner of twel...
My name is Jamal James Wilkins. I am a tall young black man living in the city of Boston. Right now, it's late December and I'm finally on vacation from Northeastern University. I'm a Criminal Justice major and I've finally earned my B.A. I feel like celebrating. It's a good feeling when you accomplish what you set out to do, you know? I went to the downtown...
My name is Beatrice Harold. A five-foot-ten, brown-skinned, black-haired and pleasantly voluptuous ( and big-bottomed ) young Haitian-American woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Anyone looking at me would see an ordinary gal. A sweet-faced young lady with a permanently dreamy expression. I've been told my light brown eyes are naturally slee...
Sometimes, I almost wish the world would end. Seriously. Will the suffering of ordinary men and women in this mundane world ever end? Will people stop discriminating against those who are different? There seems to be no end to the madness I see all around me. And in spite of my abilities, I am powerless to stop it. My name is Alexandros Pyrrhos. I am a big a...
This is a collection of story lines featuring our green cinnamon roll Izuku in lewd situations. Feel free to make your own storylines or add routes onto existing ones. All Characters in this story are 18 years or older.What's next? Feminization Route Hypnosis Route What's next? Feminization Route Hypnosis Route...
What happens when it warms up with Snowflakes? Other Murphy Stories: 01 - "Mars Probe 12-B" 02 - "Taken" 03 - "Bad Boy Bobby Brown" 04 - "Snowflake" ← Current Note: Our thanks to Rod Serling For Twilight Zone & Night Gallery And so much more. * In the large darkened room there was a singular pool of light which came from high above. The unseen li...
"Please, sit down, Mr. Anderson," Kylie gestured at the two leather armchairs. "I imagine," she continued, after he took a seat, "you know why I called you in my office." "Yes..." Rob lowered his glance. "Very well," she cleared her throat. "So, anything in particular I should know?" "Not really, Mrs. Stevens, I..." he paused; "training is really intense...
I hurt myself today, To see if I still feel, I focus on the pain, The only thing that's real Hurt, Trent Reznor - Johnny Cash rendition * * * * * Hector immediately started thinking about how he could get Jim out of the compound when this was over. He didn't need to pay attention to the two of them. There weren't going to be any surprises here. Liam was a...
This is a sequel to my Office Hours series, continuing the story of Dr. Michaels and her younger boyfriend/slaveboy Jason. It isn't entirely necessary to read the first series to get into this one, but I of course highly recommend it. This time around, the narrative is also heavily about Michaels' and Jason's friend, Lindsay, and her own quest for love....
Dr. Stephanie Macke-Leland, Professor Emeritus at the Law School of Canada's Capital University stretched luxuriously on her bed, feeling pleasurable sore yet giddy after a night of fun. Tall and slender yet curvy where it counted, the blonde-haired, bespectacled academic smiled, pleased with all the mean and sexy things she'd done with a certain student. I...