Growing up, I had a mad crush on Emmanuella "Manou" Jean-Pierre, the six-foot-tall, dark-skinned and tomboyish daughter of one of my father's friends. We used to play together, but Manou was a lot closer to my older sister Annabelle since they were the same age. I was a year younger than them, and in the world of females, that's a monumental difference. Chic...
Stephen is the name. Most people call me Stevie for short. I'm a young brother living in Brockton. A six-foot-two, 240-pound African American male with mocha skin. Like many other young folks living in the city of Champions, I go to Massasoit Community College. I'm taking up Criminal Justice there. I'm in my first semester. Soon, I'm going to head to Bridgew...
This is a follow-up to 'Maid's Revenge', following the progression of Laura, Michelle and Miranda. ***** "They're ready for you now Laura." Stacey offered a supportive smile to Laura as she was shown into the boardroom. The portrait of their absentee Company president, Mrs Carruthers stared dispassionately down. She had inherited the company on her husba...
Reader Warning: Over the course of several chapters this story will contain cuckoldry, forced-bi, male chastity, humiliation, and other female domination themes. These kinks are not for everyone; if you do not enjoy FemDom themes you will not enjoy this story. It was difficult for Colin to concentrate during his last class of the day. He had been distract...
Abdullah Ali is the name and I'm a young Black Muslim gentleman of Somali descent living in the City of Mississauga, Ontario. I study Criminal Justice at the University of Toronto, and I am a proud member of the Muslim Scholars Association on campus. That's right, there are Somali men attending top institutions of higher education in Canada, and I am proud t...
I first spotted her on the number nine bus heading from downtown Ottawa to Hurdman Station in the east end. I had been waiting a while for the bus, and got on at the Coventry street stop. The five thirty bus showed up ten minutes late that afternoon, and after waiting in the snow for a while, I was just glad to get on the bus. The bus was packed, because tha...
This is a work of fiction. All characters are strictly fictional in nature and not representative of any known or unknown people. * * * * * My story starts like this: I boarded the Metroliner train at New York's Penn Station at 9:00 am on a Thursday morning, bound for the Nations Capitol. I was half-awake from the previous night's festivities. I half slep...
"I don't want you to go back to Nova Scotia," Steve Jean-Baptiste said to Jacqueline Collier, as the two of them lay in bed, after a night of steamy sex. Outside Steve's apartment, located in the Overbrook area of Vanier, Ontario, snow fell steadily. The curvy, chocolate-skinned young African-Canadian woman tenderly stroked her lover's handsome face and kiss...
The sun rose on the landscape of Newton, a small town in Nevada. Already, the locals were wide awake and at work. In the wooded warren surrounding the small town, animals could be heard making their usual morning cacophony. Stanley Moore had gotten up with the dawn. It was his usual routine. Just an ordinary day about to start for the residents of this backw...
My name is John Thorne and I am a rather adventurous kind of guy. I've always been that way. I was born in Iowa in 1977. My father, Louis Thorne was a prominent district attorney, then he became a Supreme Court Judge. My mother, Elisabeth Anderson Thorne was a model who eventually broke into acting and starred on a popular TV show, making millions. I grew up...