This is a story about a married couple tentatively exploring their boundaries. If you choose to be offended by this genre, don't read this story. ***** Cindy opened the French doors to step out onto the little apartment's balcony. The apartment was not right on the beach as Carl had promised. However; it was an easy walk to the center of Plakias, so it was...
"As Salam Alaikum, Habibti," Raul James as he woke up next to his beloved, Fatima Sayyid, after a night of passionate lovemaking. His favorite Arabian MILF stretched luxuriously on the king-sized bed, and flashed him a wry grin before kissing him on the lips. Raul kissed Fatima back, and watched as the tall, raven-haired, bronze-skinned, curvy gal rose, star...
"Did you?" said Lindiwe in genuine surprise. She'd forgotten that her grandmother had once lived in England. In fact, she'd lived there over ten years before Lindiwe was even born. She was reminded that the prospect of following in her grandmother's footsteps had been a factor that had originally attracted her to England. "I remember Reigate very well," her...
In the city of Brockton, Massachusetts, progress is made every day. Want to know why? Because of the actions of one man. Samuel Xavier. Brother Samuel to his friends. My job is to find the man-haters, the racists and the sociopaths ( men and women without conscience ) where they gather and to mess them up. I infuriate them. I harass them. I intimidate them....
My name is Stephen Voltaire. I'm a big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. In two weeks, I'm moving to Canada. I've got an associate's degree in Criminal Justice from city college but I can't work with it in America because I've got no legal papers. I work part-time at the community library to make some...
Once again I want to thank my editor "Wires" for his assistance with this story. His advice has improved this chapter drastically. I have made a few changes since his last review and want to emphasize any errors are definitely mine. Over the course of the next nine years Roger's country continued to grow. He stopped building new naval ships when he had s...
If I had a dime for every Haitian guy who came up to me wanting some of my sweet White ass, I'd be a rich woman. Unfortunately for me and quite fortunately for them, I just can't say no to my Haitian studs. My name is Erica Mont-Blanc and I approve this message. As a six-foot-tall, curvy and big-bottomed, blonde-haired and green-eyed Caucasian woman of Frenc...
I feel so damn great as I slide my strap-on dildo deep inside Ramon Jones. The six-foot-tall, skinny Black guy looks absolutely gorgeous in a bright pink dress, white pantyhose and high-heeled red shoes. His face is perfectly made up, rouged and his makeup and lipstick are applied nicely. The fuzzy black wig he's wearing only adds to his decidedly not so mas...
Hello, there. My name is Jean-Michel Augustine. I was born in the City of Cap-Haitien in the Republic of Haiti. My family moved to the region of Ontario, Canada, about ten years ago. I guess ours is a bit atypical of the immigrant story in the Confederation of Canada. My father, Richard Augustine, studied Accounting at the University of Laval in the City of...
Salutations, dear readers. My name is Salome Rosenthal and I got a story to share with you. I was born in the City of Toronto, Ontario, to a Jamaican immigrant mother, Joanne Watson, and a Jewish father of English descent, Ephraim James Rosenthal. Being a biracial Jewish Canadian woman in the Confederation of Canada isn't easy. There's a lot of racism in the...