"Samuel, I'm sorry but I'm just not interested, besides, I'm with someone else," Esther Voltaire said to me, after I confessed my feelings to her. Esther, the queen of the Haitian Adventist church of Ottawa, and the gal I've worshipped since High School. One bright Saturday morning I decided to tell her how I feel, and as you can see, the results were less t...
A lot of folks are talking about Down Low brothers, black men who are secretly bisexual and supposedly cheat on their female partners with other men. They've been blamed for anything and everything wrong with the black community and black women's love lives since the early 2000s. All thanks to Oprah and a former Down Low dude who grew a conscience. They've g...
Big black transsexual women are truly beautiful. And the big and sexy bisexual and heterosexual men who love us are truly wonderful. I ought to know, I'm one of these magnificent black transsexual ladies. My name is Amanda Joan Baxter, friends call me A.J. I'm a big and tall, big-breasted, wide-hipped and fat-bottomed, pretty-faced young black transsexual wo...
My name is James Boozer and I met Katherine Williams when the RA's for our dorms decided to have a meet and greet for new residents. I was a junior who had transferred from the large state university eighty miles from my home town to the smaller state college twenty miles from my home to be closer to my mom who had been diagnosed with lung cancer. I had to l...
My name is Craig; I am nineteen years old, at least I will be next month, from just outside Stornoway on the Isle of Lewis on the west coast of Scotland; this is my story. Currently I am studying at two Universities in Ayr and Glasgow; my career plan is to work on cruise ships as a Purser. To do this I need business administration and maritime qualification...
To the reader: This is my first attempt at writing. If you like it that would encourage me to write more. If you don't, then I'll just continue writing software. Either way I would appreciate your comments. PART 1 -- Opening Pandora's Box Sunday, October 3, 2010 "Hon, just have a great time and don't worry about me. I've got plenty to do around here. I ca...
The phone in my office rang at about 2pm. It was usually a quiet part of my day in my job as Guest Relations Director at the high end luxury hotel I work for. "Ryan. We need you down here in the banquet room ASAP. We have a situation." It was our day shift manager -- Liz -- on the other end of the line. "What's wrong?" I asked. "One of the speakers at t...
I was lying in her bed surrounded by scientists with all sorts of weirds instruments and flying drones scanning me. "The genetic pen is ready, sir." "Analyse the fetus, one last time..." "...Yes, Sir " 'sigh' The guy with multiples monocles on his right eye reinserted the probe inside my vagina for the seventh time as her hospit...
~Alrighty my first story! I'm probably a little to excited but I digress. Let me know if y'all like it. ~kisses Running. He was running. But, what the hell from? He was in the woods. No doubt about it, the woods. It was dark. Pitch black. He was running by trees. All of them tall, green and in close enough proximity so that their leaves were pressed to...
Officer Janel Foster knocked lightly on door to the hospital room, meeting her latest Special Victim, a mom of 3 girls abused in a beach bathroom. The photographer was taking pictures and the 3 young daughters were crying and her husband was holding his wife's hand, her face puffy, her lips cut and swollen. One thing could not be missed by the SVU officer wa...