"I can't believe this kind of shit still happens in 2016," Lily said, exasperated. Her husband, Leon, just looked at the racial slur spray painted across their mailbox and shook his head. Lily had noticed it after her run. The blonde white woman stood, sweating and pink in a blue sports bra and multi-colored tight running pants with her IPhone sticking ou...
This story is motivated and inspired by a real event. The names of the characters have changed, but these are real individuals and a real event. ***** Liam lives with his mom and dad in a ghetto in Los Angeles, California. He is 20 years old and studies in college. He had studied hard all year and now it was finally Christmas break and he would be free fr...
My name is Nicole. I am a young Black woman living in Boston. Man, do I have a story to tell you. It's about the time I met the love of my life and was introduced to a whole new world. In life, sometimes things happen and you never see them coming. Since you're going to be hanging with me for some time, I think I should let you know who you're dealing with....
Good day, folks. My name is Lucas Flanders and I am a Crack Addict. What do I mean by Crack Addict? I like butt cracks and I cannot lie! I especially like big-booty ghetto bitches. Big and plump chicks from the ghetto who are into all kinds of raunchy sex. I don't know why. Must be something in my brain, I guess. Whatever the case, they're the only bitches w...
Oh, man. This is the stuff right there. What I love most in this world. Finally, it's all done just right. That big, uncircumcised black cock is stretching my tight asshole, practically tearing me into. It's making my plump body shake and my voluminous breasts jiggle. And you know what? I'm absolutely loving every minute of it. Why? Simply because there's no...
Megan Feeley was excited to be moving to the big city to start her very first job. She always wanted to be a teacher, but after obtaining a liberal arts degree with a major in education from a small womens-only college, she received almost no job offers. The only one she got was as a student teacher at a place called Blackmount Technical. They did not seem t...
2017 hours Dorian Jackson stepped out of the door of his aunt's house and looked around. Even though it had been a year since he had last been home to Philadelphia, the neighborhood hadn't changed a bit. He shook his head and turned the corner to walk towards the bus stop on 52nd Street, a block down the street. When he was still about half a block away, he...
When someone is truly wicked and feels no remorse, they should meet with a different kind of justice. We all know someone like that. A man or woman who can do anything at all without feeling guilty. They can be hustlers, drug dealers, corrections officers, senators, congressmen, governors, secretaries, police officers, social workers, nurses, doctors, bus dr...
First off, it doesn't really matter what my name is, does it? In this neighborhood, people don't much use formal names anyways. When you're a drug dealer and small-time thug like me, it's probably for the best everybody only knows me as Buzz. That's a nickname I picked up while in the army during the first Gulf War, the first and last time I got out of this...
My name is Estelle Worthington. And I'm a six-foot-tall, blonde-haired and blue-eyed, lean and athletic white woman living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I am an Irish Amazon, the ideal of the perfect woman. By day, I'm a student at Carleton University. I recently moved to Canada from my native Galway in Ireland and I must say Ottawa leaves a lot to be desi...