The name is Richard Saint-Preux. A six-foot-three, broad-shouldered and muscular, ruggedly good-looking young Black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. And I am a lycanthrope. What you people call werewolves. I am a member of the Sanctus Erebus Clan. One of the largest and most numerous Clans among our kind. We're made up of families who are phi...
If you have read my earlier story "Maiden Stroke I and II ----, you would be well aware of the state of my body and mind and not to miss -----that of my masseuse! * * * * * After that ecstatic release, I was returning to steady state and just as all men often find the urge to repeat their performance, my male icon started to raise its head! One often wishe...
Chapter 1: Ra's Elf the Younger Seer/Domme admitted me and immediately placed the sole garment I was to wear in my slightly shaking hands. Her eyes measured me with cool appraise, a subtle sharpening to Her features that touched me deeply. She was both full-bodied and purposeful in Her presence, and I took care not to allow my own eyes to wander carelessly...
The secret lives of women never cease to boggle our collective imaginations, especially when dealing with the fierce, beautiful, embattled and triumphant Black American female. The heroine of our tale, Josephine Montagnard, is the living example of a study in contradictions. She was born in the City of Hampton, Georgia, to middle-class African-American paren...
Salutations, my name is Ginette Ambrose, and I'm a fifty-two-year-old African-American woman living in the City of Brockton, Massachusetts. One of the most diverse towns in all of New England, I swear. I'm five-foot-nine, chubby but still lovely in a wholesome kind of way, with dark brown skin and long Black hair. Thick Black mama with big tits and a big rou...
Szx'ee and Wantu'u's minds wandered as their commander yammered on at them about learning all that they could about the dominant species on this new planet they had found. While they tuned out his broadcast, they were in private telepathic communication with each other. "What do you think that tall brown creature is outside the craft?" queried Szx'ee. Want...
Alan Xavier is the name and adventure is the nature of my game. I'm a six-foot-two, somewhat chubby but still quite good-looking young black man living in the town of Brockton, Massachusetts. I attend Bartleby College, where I major in Business Administration. I come from a somewhat well-off Haitian-American family. My father, Joseph Xavier is a civil engine...
Dear Shoeblossom I was so nervous when I got out of the Uber. I had been e-mailing with Tish for some time and had been so enthralled by the details of how she trained her husband, Guapo. Apparently Guapo had been the child of nobility, or rich parents anyway, and had been sent to the U.S. to study engineering, but after his discovery in some femdom escapa...
This is the landing page that will take you to the several stories re-archiving here. I am also using this section for new stories with the same themes as my other stories. That way I don't have twenty different stories all over the place that cover the same stuff. You can get it here. If you want to add on, or take a story a different way-- please, please d...
Your name is Darnell Johnson, an 18-year old African-American male. While walking along on the way to school, you hear a loud bang and feel a splitting headache. When you woke up, you realize that you are no longer in your hometown but instead find yourself in a white long hallway. There were doors on each side with strange symbols on them. Each door had thr...