The name is Brother Samuel. I trust that by now, I require no lengthy introduction. I'm a tall, good-looking Black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I attend Suffolk University, where I major in Law. Why the law? Simply because I love figuring out what makes people tick. Why do human beings do all the crazy things that they do. I don't think...
This is the first piece I've written in years. I hope you all like it, and I would like to post a few notes. This piece belongs in multiple sections, and is obviously going to be a chapter piece. My continued writing will depend on the responses I get from readers! This is the beginning of a bondage / nonhuman / non consent piece. If you do not care for any...
Apparently, as a biracial Muslim woman of Lebanese and Somali descent, I'm supposed to be quiet, oppressed and submissive. Right now, I'm shoving my fist into the anus of one Bilal Abdirahman, and he's squealing like a miserable little bitch. While topping my bound and hapless Black male sub, I'm wearing a red bra and matching panties, along with my high-hee...
Rat dragged the razor lightly over the inflated V at the apex of her open thighs. She was already hairless as a grape skin, and he was only pushing the droplets of water across her skin, playing with his own fascination. Her complexion made him think of butter melting. It was deep and creamy and almost had a synthetic quality, except for her being as human a...
Authors note: This is Not an incest story. It's a fictional murder mystery story that contains non consensual sex. In the last chapter, I will explain how the story relates to me in the real world. Also, I'm currently in the process of revising this storyline. ++++++++++++++ "Looks like it's going to snow, Garret," I say, wiping my hand across the cold...
"Oh, fuck!! I'm cumming!" Melissa screamed and began whimpering. Her orgasm milking my cock, provoking me to flood her with my own. I collapsed and Melissa rolled over on top of me. Her 40D chest molding itself to my chest as we kissed. "Welcome to New York, Len." She giggled tracing my nipple with her fingernail. "Thanks, babe. This.." I gave her tight a...
A kid I used to be rivals with who we'll call M needed a date to the prom and he challenged me to a game of basketball. He stated that if I am to lose I would have to be his date and if I win he'll be mine I had laughed at M thinking it was just a joke and agreed o his conditions. When we got to the court M went crazy, I had never played in conditions this h...
Nadia Aoun was born in the City of Randolph, Massachusetts, to Arab Christian parents originally from the City of Beirut, Lebanon. Nadia's folks, Pierre and Mariam Aoun own a lovely restaurant called Shawarma Palace. As for her older brother Kassim, he recently graduated from Northeastern University with an Engineering degree and moved to the City of Dearbor...
AT GRANDMA'S I had never thought about my grandparents having sex, though obviously they do. I was visiting with my twin brother Jack, and Grandma asked if we wanted to use their sex room, so we said OK. What a surprise! It was so retro! Almost everything was manual! And so limited! Even the ejaculator only had basic spunk - they didn't even have chocolate...
Pauline was his sister's bestie, the two joined at the hip and the Ipod, each with a headphone in the ear closest to the other. Pauline and Carrie, each about a year and a half younger than his twenty years had been part of his growing up for as long as he, Paul could remember. So too had the tricks they had played on him ranging from bursting into his room...