"Hey bro, you walk around here like you think you're the man," came a voice, and I turned around, wondering who was addressing me. It was a rainy Friday morning in the suburb of Barrhaven, Ontario. Not just any Friday morning, mind you, but El Cinco De Mayo. I'd just had breakfast at the local Tim Horton's, consisting of a nice egg and cheese sandwich, overl...
Sliding my long and thick, uncircumcised black dick into the widening asshole of a chubby, dark-skinned black woman, a strange thought enters my consciousness. The only time today's black women seem to notice black men is when those same black men are seen in the company of white women. When a black man is by himself, he's of no interest and no worth to the...
Subashini Padayatchiyar, a worker bee without much of a social life, came to the Tech Center to get ahead of the rat race and get some work done. It's the weekend but the entertainment sector in the Capital of Canada didn't impress her much. Born and raised in the City of Madurai, in the Tamil Nadu region of India, Subashini came to the environs of Kanata, O...
Dear Readers, after receiving an overwhelmingly positive response to "Start of an erotic journey", this story continues where the last one left off. This story is more of a narrative. Please as before feel free to contact her through me. * Well, after using the strap on and other toys on Mehek, I really got into being the dominant one in our relationship....
Dear Black woman, I want you to know this. I'm in love with you. I think I'm in love with you. I want to be in love with you. Am I in love with you? Can I love you? Can you love me? I don't know. So many questions. Who am I? I'm the Brother with the Ivy League MBA who's leading a Fortune Five Hundred company into the twenty-first century. I'm the Brother who...
Before I begin to tell you about this very real event, I have to clarify that this has nothing whatsoever to do with RACE. It has to do with LOCATION! This nightly event that I am about to describe to you, takes place on the African Continent. Unfortunately, I’m unable to recall where this African “sporting event” occurs, but I am reasonably certain that it...
Gestapo Headquarters Paris Department A2 Friday October 10 1940 9:00am I woke up abruptly, aching all over. My neck muscles were killing me and I was feeling dizzy. The morning light, which was coming through the window, was illuminating my desk and face. I closed my eyes and rubbed them hard. I must have fallen asleep during the night while going through a...
In the storied, tropical realm of the Republic of Guyana, a unique society exists, made up mainly of Africans and Indians, both of whom were brought to this part of the world in ages past by European colonists who exploited them. The ancestors of today's Afro-Guyanese were forcibly brought to Guyana from West Africa, and the ancestors of today's Indo-Guyanes...
"Imran, you should have been honest with me," Pooja Bawa said, looking somewhat reproachfully at her husband of twenty years. Imran Sheikh took a deep breath and looked at Pooja, the lovely woman who'd shared his life and his bed for more than two decades. He'd been in love with her ever since they met at Chandigarh University in the Mohali District of Punja...
CHAPTER 22 As we rode into Hill City, we caused quite a stir. The men started gathering around as we pulled up in front of the courthouse. There seemed to be a lot more weapons showing than normal from what I could see. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw one man starting to level a shotgun toward us. I quickly palmed my cross-draw pistol and fired. I hit...