Hi, Brother Samuel here. Your favorite big and tall, openly bisexual black male erotic fiction writer and men's issues activist from Boston. I get really mad when I hear people call me a misogynist. Seriously. Sometimes I really can't stand bitches but I will always love fucking them. Ergo, I will always love women. I love their butts, tits and pussies. I al...
Viv Windsor walked briskly into the Woolpack; her nylon stockings cracking as one leg stroked the other. Her blouse was unbuttoned to the base of her fine cleavage and was tucked into the tight waistband of her black pencil skirt. Her red high-heeled shoes clicked sexily as she strode towards the bar. "Give me a large G & T Bernice," said Viv angrily. "Wha...
Kiara had always been a bit of a wallflower. Too serious, too smart, and holding too many secrets in regards to her family and her father. She had never dared to let anyone get close to her. Buffy and her band were literally Kiara's first real friends. So Kiara had never made it up very high on the social scene. Spike had died many years ago. But she knew t...
I hammer home my Appletini, rummage through my purse and rise up from the table. The girls are all in my face, "Where are you going off to? We didn't even get have our fried calamari yet!" I simply wave bye. I was hoping the meal that soon may be with in my grasp will be much more tasty and satisfying. As I make my way to the door, I see this luxurious...
Shortly after the best ladder match in WCW history that featured 3 Count taking on the Jung Dragons, Shannon Moore is laying down on a bench in the first empty locker room her could find. Tonight was his first real chance to show what he could, and his body paid the price for it. Shannon is totally banged up and is drifting to sleep when the door of the lock...
"Okay,listen up,boy", my boss said on the phone "Business as usual,okay?" He meant going through the normal catalogue of questions. I agreed and we hung up. I`m working for a big music magazine and it waas my turn this month for interviews. This might sound as if it was a punishment, but actually its very cool meeting all the stars in music business,and...
Jon Chess returned to Dalaran, heading for Phredaria's residence, carrying a satchel over his shoulder. Phredaria, he knew, was probably teaching classes today, but he wasn't here to see his best friend and forensics mage. He was here to see his client. Chess mumbled the pass-phrase Phred had made him memorize when he reached the front door. Chess had objec...
-- Note from author's Master -- This is my princess' first attempt at writing a erotic story for the public. Comments, and remarks are very welcome to help us both improve, since I am the one who proofread, and edited it slightly. Please be respectful and dignified in your responses. if you have advice, or remarks, please give an explanation on how to im...
The drive back to the Summers Residence was quiet and tranquil. Buffy never uttered a single word since they left the restaurant. Angel was feeling extremely guilty, mostly because the scene Darla displayed at the restaurant. Angel hoped that this event wouldn't change things between him and Buffy. While he was driving, he let his right hand find hers. She a...
This is meant to be a short and unconnected fantasy about the Dead or Alive character Helena Douglas which I discussed with another website's user. Our discussion kind of jumped around to different fantasies and how it would progress from breast worship to ass worship, for instance, so if I post more material about this, it will be short, ending without much...