WARNING! RAAC STORY AHEAD! PROCEED AT OWN RISK! #Authors notes #1 I welcome all constructive criticism on this and all my stories. I thank those of you who have responded in the past and I have taken all constructive criticism seriously and it has helped my writing. Once again—a heartfelt THANKS! #2 In a comment on someone's story, I agreed with an anonym...
Friday nights were made for hunting. I'm sure all the real hunters out there know exactly what I'm feeling. Damon is the name. I'm a big and tall black man living in Atlanta. Hunting is my favorite sport in all the world. Fasten your seat belts because it's going to be a bumpy ride. I went to visit my favorite woman, this plump chick who goes by the name of...
Meet Brianna and Xavier... Her neck snapped up from the head of couch as the sound of the door unlocking resounded through her sleepiness. A tall, dark silhouette filled the doorway. Brianna flicked on the lamp next to her on the small mahogany table and a pair of tired grey eyes met hers. "It's after midnight." She said, trying to keep her voice calm and...
My name is Claire Jean-Donald. I'm a Haitian woman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I've been there since the 2010 Haiti Earthquake. My family sent for me, you see. I'm twenty six years old, beginning life in a new environment. I have had a lot of trouble adjusting to life in the Confederation of Canada. For starters, I don't speak much Eng...
My name is Kyle Blanchard. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. By day, I'm a Massachusetts State Police Officer. One of the many patrol units keeping order in the cities, towns and highways of the Commonwealth. At night, I'm something else entirely. What am I? The answer will surprise the hell out...
My name is Francine Peterson. I'm someone with a very interesting story to share with you. It all began when I started my freshman year at the Northeastern Institute of Technology, a small private school located in the Boston Harbor in Massachusetts. It was the place where I had some amazing adventures and discovered a lot about myself. I'm a five-foot-ten,...
My name is Harrison James Stone. I'm a young black man living in the state of Massachusetts. Let me tell you my statistics. I stand six feet two inches tall, lean and muscular. I have light brown skin and long black hair braided into neat cornrows. I stay clean-shaven, shaved for a small goatee. I weigh exactly one hundred and eighty pounds and I've always t...
Just because I'm an extremely tall and assertive woman doesn't automatically make me dominant in the bedroom, I calmly told Omar Yusuf as he sat across from me at a table inside the Saint Laurent Mall's crowded food court. I'm glad to hear it, the handsome young black man said, gently caressing my knee under the table. Let's go home, I told him, licking my l...
Prior to meeting Stephen Aumont, Helene Tremblay would have never entertained the idea of dating a black man. Most of the ones she knew at Algonquin College liked to act like thugs, thinking such behavior impresses women, and she didn't like that at all. Helene's reservations about dating the young black men that she saw at her school were well-founded. Of c...
Copies of this story may not be made for distribution, be publishing or copied to another webpage without explicit permission from the author. * Jed Atkins and his wife Emma had recently downsized and had moved into the new patio home development about two months ago. They were both in their late forties and were ready to settle in and enjoy life after kid...