Meet Malcolm Sithole, a young Black man who is at something of a crossroads in his life. Malcolm is having a grand old time in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Sure, the brother misses his family and friends in the town of Soweto, South Africa, but he loves the Canadian Capital. Ottawa has a lot to offer an adventurous and outgoing young man like Malcolm, and he...
Emily woke up to a bird singing outside her window, and a fresh breeze teasing her skin. It was fresh and delicious, and she turned to savor the smells as she continued to doze. A moment later, there was a scurry of little feet, and several little tongues were eagerly licking her face and shoulder. "Go away," she murmured, putting a pillow between her face a...
"Master Onyx, you're not doing shit," Sholonda Odoms said tauntingly as her Master, Floyd Denton A.K.A. Master Onyx, bent her over the kitchen table and spanked the hell out of her thick Black bubble butt. Outside the south-side Atlanta townhouse, a fierce winter storm raged. Winter had come to the City of Atlanta, Georgia, in full force, right in time for t...
It started out innocently enough. We were paired up during first aid training and I wanted to see how far I could take my little test. I should back up here and set up this little scenario. Pat and I work together. She is a very good looking 50 year old woman. When you first meet her there is no doubt what stands out, her tits. Big, full and oh so nice to lo...
Part 4 -- Life with Grandpa The plane touched down uneventfully and being a domestic flight there was no customs inspection. I wheeled my luggage tote through the arrivals area seeking a taxi stand which I found in short order. My grandparents lived in the more rural part of the state and had been farmers. They sold off most of their land as their children...
Now Lawrence says the whole thing was my doing, but he's wrong. I know the limits of my powers. Yes, I arranged the chairs in the living room of the cottage in a congenial circle that might be construed as a sort of theatre-in-the-round. I was definitely guilty of filling the room with candle-lit lanterns, the perfect lighting to bring a golden burnish to b...
Dedicated to my wife's grandma. (Not enough of this story is fiction). Thanks to BarBar for helping me with the plot and characterisation, and to James E. Henry for editing. This story is vastly improved because of their assistance. ------------------------------- Steph grimaced as she peered into her grandmother's room and wondered, once again, just what...
In the small high school in the little town of Lynwood, Ohio, in the mid 1990's, a feeling of pleasant anticipation ran through the halls. Spring break approached and a week off from school seemed like heaven. For a small group of senior honor students, however, there was something more -- a trip for a week in Washington, cause enough for elation. The group,...
(Author's note: this story is partly about the "girl cooking" fetish which to me is both hilarious and sexy but if it turns you off, this is your warning to stop here. Otherwise, I hope you like it.) Two weeks after my 18th birthday Daddy ran off with his secretary and I moved in with his parents, my Grandpa Abner and Grandma Lucy. Mom came right after...
Interesting crowd of people assembled. Anne made a mental note to come back one night when she hadn't any plans. She filled the empty stool next to a couple of bickering lesbians and ordered a beer after being told it would be another ten minutes for the lasagna dinner she'd phoned in. The elfin mulatto girl, with the long braids, platinum jewelry and a gauz...