My name is Jericho Stanford. I'm a six-foot-tall and rather good-looking young black man living in rural Virginia. I am originally from New York, but ever since I won myself an academic scholarship to an elite Virginian school, I've been living there. The only thing I missed about New York was my boyfriend Manny. My tall, good-looking and well-endowed chocol...
Author's Note: This is an idea I have had for a great number of years. Not a lot of sex in this first installment, but there will be more to come. If you enjoy this story, please let me know so that I am encouraged to continue to write additional chapters. It is likely not perfect, I wrote it at around 3 AM once a week over a couple months... Constructive c...
Well, enough of sitting in the sidelines wondering if. This is far from been a good story even. Only way is to jump in the deep end, you have to start from somewhere, it is a bit jumpy that's by design: time462 I truly love my husband. He has been the only man in my bed and the only man to totally have my body and soul, and that includes my mind, my daydr...
{Titans tower, San Fran, United States of America, Earth-1, Universe-Positive} You were a recent addition to the Teen Titans, they were your Parole after your failed stint in the GL's and your Uncle refusing to take responsibility for you, they were your only option, as they were the only ones willing to take you in. So with not much Choice in da matter you...
My name is Amy Alice. I’m 19 years old currently attending the college at Landmark City University. Ever since I was a child there were two things in the world I loved more than anything: Ballel and comic book superheroes. I love the elegance and grace of ballet and was lucky enough to be adopted by famous ballerina. I never knew my real parents so I conside...
Interlude (It didn't even start, and it's already nonsense) Okay guys, before I start to tell you this story, I have to make sure you are prepared. This one is really weird, and it doesn´t make any sense at all. It's stupid and ugly and wears a pink tutu for some reason. And the fact that I can´t explain to you why is the fucking point. I, for example, and I...
Thank you to my Protector who gave me "One More Angel". The courage to do this came from your affection and your understanding, and I will always love you for it. * Honey, it's your Mommy. I know that you probably don't recognize me because it has been a long time. I haven't been well, locked away so as not to be contagious, but for the first time in a...
The name is Rosalyn Havok. I'm a collegiate black female who's originally from the hood. Dorchester, Massachusetts, is the place I call home. That's the town which produced me. A tall, thick, large-breasted gal with a big body, big legs, plump thighs and a big, ghetto booty. The kind that makes all the guys go crazy. They call me the Booty Queen. I stand six...
Passion in James County XIV: A Week In The Mountains Before they left the Bobar cabin, Frankie got some things out of the refrigerator and put them in a bag. While he did, he informed Kay he planned to make his special meatloaf for dinner that night. Kay was glad the young man was thinking about cooking. It meant he was starting to think about the future a...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The following is NOT a story. It is a SCENE from a marriage and part of a longer story that may or may not ever be written. Consider it an addendum to the recent "Ghosts and Shadows" short novel. Readers of that story may have noted how the lives of Robert Sandler and Gail Hunt eerily paralleled the lives of Hugh and Mary Davidson. Like the ol...