Synopsis. Albert lives a century or two in our future, in a little town called Busselton in Western Australia, and has decided to explore an abandoned nuclear shelter that has somehow escaped looting. He has already hiked across the land for some weeks to the distant Porongorup mountains and has found the ruins of the abandoned roadhouse marked on his map a...
Cyrus and Atara waited to be sold. There village had been plundered by the barbaric raiders who had forced Cyrus to watch as they had repeatedly raped Atara. The raiders had sold them to slave traders and now the two of them stood naked on an auction block, shaved of all body hair except a triangle of pubes to prove their hair want dyed. The only thing eithe...
"I shaved my little pussy just for you," the girl said, her fingers tracing upward over the insides of her spread thighs towards the short skirt she wore. Her small pink tongue darted over her upper lip. She was sitting on a high windowsill, leaning against the window, the sun hanging on her left shoulder. Dappled pools of shadow played artlessly over her b...
When one door closes, another one opens, isn't that the popular saying? That's how I choose to look at my current situation. I came to the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario, a while ago and I honestly hated the place and didn't want to be there. And then I enrolled at Carleton University, made lots of friends across racial, religious and cultural backgroun...
Dad's new car was a Triumph. Actually, it wasn't really new and was not much of a triumph either. He was proud as punch, though, bringing our first family car home the evening before our annual week's summer holiday. Holidays were a trying time back in those days, the early 1960s. For the short six weeks of the school holidays, the weekends became like the...
My name is Rhodes Jean Atkinson. Who am I? Just a six-foot-tall, good-looking and muscular young Black man of Haitian heritage from Massachusetts who recently moved to Virginia to attend college. It's an event which changed my life forever. I come from a very distinct lineage of black men and black women gifted with supernatural powers. All of us come from t...
Editor's note: Story contains gay male content. If this does not interest you, please read no further. * Several years ago my best friend was getting married and I was invited on her hen weekend to Budapest. There were only five of us who could afford to go. The bride to be, three other girls and me, a single guy in my mid twenties. We had the standard hen...
When life gives you lemons, you shouldn't make lemonade you should run like hell! The name is Samuel Champagne. I'm a young American man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I'm having a Devil of a time in the Capital region of Canada. It's nothing like the City of Brockton, Massachusetts, where I was born. Sometimes I can't...
My name is Steve Vincent. I'm a big and tall, openly bisexual young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. The tale I'm sharing with you began while I was enrolled as a student in the Criminal Justice program of Champion City College. For the most part, I like my life. I finally feel that it's on track. Higher education c...
By: Col. Brunhilda 'Iceberg' Buriman, ret. Sorority Sister of Pi Loda Cum Chapter Thirteen: Nite, Nite, Teddybears Everything had quieted down considerably, and almost everyone had gone home, except for those on duty. McGuire too left earlier after finding Harrriette in such fit shape, considering. It was a little past midnight and the hospital subdued, f...