Claressa Shields, born in the City of Flint, Michigan, is a young African American female boxer who is currently undefeated. An Olympic gold medalist, Claressa Shields has overcome a lot of adversity to rise to the top of women's boxing. Nowadays, she's targeting the elite of women's boxing in the post-Laila Ali and post Anne Wolfe era. Claressa Shields is...
The morning sun hit the side of my face, waking me up from a deep and restful sleep. I opened my eyes and found myself at home in my bedroom. Taking my time to stretch, enjoying the feeling of happiness that was bursting through my veins, the scent of Victoria connected with my senses. Moving my hand towards her side of the bed, I quickly realized she wasn't...
Then night had been long, or at least it seemed so, and Vanessa hadn't slept very well. Plans, or what seemed like plans, for that evening kept her awake enough that she saw the clock at 2 AM, 3:30 AM, 4Am and finally she was up at 6 AM to get ready for work. It was a Friday and would be a busy one, with end of the month work to be done. She knew that she m...
Loving him is ill-advised, she told herself for the thousandth time as she looked at the picture of herself standing next to the one she loved the most. They were too different, she reminded herself. Yet from the first time she laid eyes on him in that Sociology class in September 2011, she couldn't stop thinking about him. In the eyes of most people, she wa...
Hi, there. Brother Samuel here. A big and tall, fairly good-looking black man in his mid-twenties. A college graduate. An openly bisexual black person of Haitian descent. An urban poet and recently published writer. An adventurer. A crusader for just causes. A lover. A chronicler of my fellow bisexuals. I am all these things and more. These days, life is oka...
My name is Ronald Trevor. I'm a rather adventurous young man with a story I'd like to share with you. It concerns my need to satisfy a certain craving of mine. A need for extreme sex with strangers. It's why I go hunting at night. The evening had turned out quite well for me. I was coming home, and I wasn't alone. Yeah, I was just another tall, good-looking...
Don and Suzanne were very close friends in more ways than one since the four of us had been having sex whenever we got together for the last couple of years and since we were all bisexual, we had an infinite number of interesting combinations to try. The four of us were resting in bed after a particularly athletic bout one evening when my wife, Tyko, started...
Another day at school, another day in Hell. She walked through the halls of the university campus, surrounded by...them. Everywhere she looked, there they were. The mundane folk. Everyday humanity. Seven billion and counting. This campus was a microcosm of all of them. Girls in hijabs talking on their cellphones, black guys in sports coats, Asian guys with c...
You'll never know what hit you, I thought to myself as I smiled at Yasmin Khaled as we sat together inside the Eaton Center food court in downtown Toronto, Ontario. We just had coffee, and the six-foot-tall, pretty Hijabi from Somalia broke her own rules first by holding my hand and second, by allowing me to kiss her. I mean to get her into bed as soon as po...
When Marjorie Etienne moved to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, from her hometown of Quartier Morin, northern Haiti, the six-foot-tall, curvaceous Haitian beauty found the place kind of lackluster. For a supposed national capital, it was kind of lacking and the locals seemed to be a bit on the boring side. Marjorie, who came to the City of Ottawa to study Nursin...