Once upon a time, there was a young man named Malik Kufuor, who lived in the proud nation of Ghana, in the heart of West Africa. Six feet three inches tall, brawny, handsome and dark-skinned, Malik Kufuor was well-known for his intelligence, courage, kindness and bravery in his hometown of Kumasi. One day, Father Jefferson Lloyd, leader of the stalwart missi...
Mistress Fatima Kader smiled to herself as she snapped a chastity device on her submissive, Aziz Diouf. The tall, dark-skinned Senegalese stud winced in pain as his mistress locked his long and thick ebony dick in her "dick cage" as she called it. The two of them were in her dungeon, as she called the basement of her townhouse in the Presidio Heights neighbo...
As Salam Alaikum, dear reader. The name is Aziz Kalenzaga, and I'm a young black Muslim man of Burkinabe descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm studying mathematics at Carleton University. I was born in Burkina Faso and raised in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. These days, I'm a U.S. citizen via naturalization. I came to Canada to study for a...
I first noticed Brenda the weekend before school started when we both moved into the dorms. Her room was across the hall from mine. I thought she was sexy as hell; apple green eyes, curly brown shoulder-length hair, firm C-cup breasts, and a great ass, especially for her frame. We had made small talk from time to time during the semester but I never really p...
Malika Bandung woke up and stretched luxuriously as she sat on the bed. Lying next to her, Calvin Geobisa slumbered. Malika looked at Calvin, who slept peacefully, and she allowed herself a smile. Calvin looked none the worse for wear, especially given how, mere hours before, he'd sexually exhausted the hell out of Malika. Never in her fifty seven years had...
Authors note: inspired by Karen Kay's stories. Lots of interracial cuckoldry, submission, and humiliation for both husband and wife here. On the other hand, there will be nothing gay, no chastity belts, or "cleanup duties." Spare yourself if you are not into that sort of thing. The story takes place in 2020, soon after a financial crisis begin a lengthy r...
I'm sick and tired of Black men, seriously. They walk around all cocky and full of themselves, thinking that a sister's always ready to put up with their bullshit. As if! I've got men of all races chasing after me wanting a sniff of my brown sugar and honestly, I'm widening my horizons. The name is Yasmina Hafiz and I'm a six-foot-tall, curvaceous and pretty...
Hello, there. My name is Stefano Bergeron. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born and raised in the city of Boston, Massachusetts, but moved to Ottawa for school because of the Recession. My father, Boston police sergeant James Bergeron thought I'd be safer in Canada than in America giv...
My mind was still spinning like a top with that evening's incredible events when my head hit the pillow, but I slept like the dead. I found Wilson in the kitchen in the morning. He shot me a hard look and said, "I hear you met up with Harriet last night?" I nodded my head, "You are right, she is amazing." "Any other comments...questions?" I got the feelin...
Leanne Blanche smiled to herself as her worker Miss Baatile Adewale brought her breakfast in bed. The six-foot-tall, dark-skinned, large-breasted, wide-hipped and big-bottomed, thirty-something Black woman from the Zulu tribe of South Africa looked positively fetching in a Black T-shirt and Blue jeans. The slender blonde-haired woman greeted her worker with...