My name is Cody Johnson. I'm a big and tall young Black man living in Champion City, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Sanders College, a historically Black private school. It's the setting of this brother's adventures. I'm captain of the Men's intercollegiate Football team, and a man in my position is quite popular on campus. And that's part of the problem. E...
Note: I refer you to the notes in previous chapters concerning the fact that this follows a bisexual submissive male. To the anonymous commenter who keeps insisting this should be in Gay Male, sorry, but there's a lot more going on than just dude on dude sex. This story covers multiple categories, all of which are fetishes of one kind or another. If I ever w...
We've all got people that we can't stand. It's a universal thing. A part of the human condition. My name is Stephen Vladimir and this right here is the tale of a young black man who got revenge on his enemies for the abuses they visited upon him. It's my story. How I rid myself of these parasites and got myself a better life. The end starts now, folks. My w...
Julia realized sucking cock and stripping wasn't going to cut it in order to pay back her step father's debt. She knew she needed something bigger to get her to 10,000 dollars. Julia remembered her friend Emily, also a stripper who went to Julias school a couple years ago but dropped out her senior year to become a full time stripper, had lined up a job to s...
This story is based on what may be an urban myth from my college days. A fraternity brother told me about the incident after my own adventure, described in my story "Pledge Class Payback" so I believe it to be true. When I asked about it, no one could remember the actual names or years or the fraternity. However, it fed my imagination and inspired me to writ...
Another wintry day in Ottawa, the town that fun forgot. Not for the first time Laila Fatimid wondered why her parents fled their hometown of Abu Kamal, Syria, for frosty Ontario, Canada. Head down against the heavy snowfall, the young woman walked up the hill leading to her neighborhood in the Barrhaven sector. I hate Ottawa, she cursed under her breath. A c...
My name is Vixen and I think that I am probably the world's kinkiest person. Who am I? well, if the name didn't tip you off, then the description will. A five-foot-eight, alabaster-skinned, green-eyed, red-haired daughter of Ireland living in Boston. I'm a construction worker. It's what I do and I love it. I'm friends with just about every guy on my crew. So...
***if you like my stories please consider leaving a comment or rating. Any feedback is always appreciated so i can improve my writing. Thanks all :-)*** All characters depicted here are 18+ Jay was in shock. Even without the spells holding his feet in place and hands over head, he didn't feel he could move if he wanted too. His entire world had come crashi...
Prior to meeting Stephen Aumont, Helene Tremblay would have never entertained the idea of dating a black man. Most of the ones she knew at Algonquin College liked to act like thugs, thinking such behavior impresses women, and she didn't like that at all. Helene's reservations about dating the young black men that she saw at her school were well-founded. Of c...
Human beings complain about a great many things. Life, love, health, beauty, intelligence, money, sex, power, social status and countless other things. I think that far too often, we're not thankful for what we have. Most people only appreciate what they have when it's somehow taken away. My name is Patrick Hautte-Terre and this tale is about what I'm thankf...