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...
The early morning sun streamed through the balcony doors onto Michael's muscular thighs and legs. His head buried beneath a pillow, he slept soundly. Kate stood naked on the balcony, the ocean breeze caressing her naked body like a million tiny feathers tickling her. Glancing down to sand below her she spotted a cat playing with mouse, toying with it, decidi...
Kent, September 1921. xxx When her Ladyship, Victoria Ponsonby Smythe, looked back on the last five years she had to chuckle. What had been a spur of the moment event, her bare handed spanking of a clumsy maid in her service, had actually been a life changing moment. In a loveless and sexless marriage to sixty year old Lord Henry, the now forty year old we...
Let me begin by saying that this is the very first time that I find myself writing something like this. I am usually a man who doesn't say much, let alone a man who writes anything up. But I find myself compelled to make an exception. I am making an exception because I feel that it is my duty to share what I have learned with others and that by sharing what...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. **** Ropes eyed the pendant suspiciously, her tail lash...
So I wanted to share my experiences of becoming a piss slave to my mistress. She had been into watersports in other relationships and wanted a permanent 'piss slave' she could dominate; I was a little apprehensive but my mistress reassured me that after a little training, she thought I could be really good at it. I'd like to recount my piss training exper...
Meet Jarrod Willer, a big and tall young Black man living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. He recently moved there from the South Side of Chicago, Illinois, where there are shootings every weekend. Jarrod is studying Criminology at Carleton University and slowly adjusting to his new digs in the Canadian Capital. The brother desperately missed his hometown of...
I first published this experience a few years ago. I prefer to call them 'experiences' since the term 'story' implies fiction to me. My experiences are based upon my real life. Since I started posting my experiences my writing skills have improved a little. While, I cannot change what actually happened to me, I have added some more detail and corrected some...
The airport bus stopped outside the gleaming eyesore of the market place, the new Hotel City Garden. The cassocked figure of the old priest was one of the last off. I watched from the open window of the Physiotherapy Center as he stepped slowly down and stood still, as if to savor this triumph of physical activity. The warm , early morning air carried a va...