This story is meant to make you think, to be "speculative with enterprise" in no way does it condone the avarice depredations it brings light to; but proposes the true cause for such sorrows. In a way it is a trumped of sedition against the moral cause of decay. As a deep personal note I see nothing distasteful about sex with a corpse. It is not something th...
I remember the day he entered the plantation. He was a tall, dark-skinned man with a muscular physique. As he entered the gate chained with the other slaves, he looked at me. I observed his thick, athletic legs as they almost seemed to burst from the overalls he wore. His hair a deep black, it was long and knotted with curls, but complemented his Bistre brow...
(This story is dedicated to a beautiful woman I know, who I have yet to see. She has been my inspiration and, provided me with this story idea, and insights into Jasmine's feelings and thoughts. I would love to have your comments and have you email me and tell me what you think of the story, or even chat with me about ideas for other stories or anything else...
Ricordo ancora benissimo le ultime parole della mia, purtroppo ex ragazza ieri notte, mentre mi sferrava l'ennesimo schiaffo. Io e lei non stiamo più insieme da oltre un anno, da quando mi ha scaricato perché secondo lei, ero un codardo. Non avevo le palle, diceva sempre. Ma io la amo ancora, e da allora ho provato più e più volte a riconquistarla. E' finita...
(Billie's version) I had to stay late at the office to finish a report my boss wanted first thing Monday morning; but I didn't really care, because this was Friday and I had the whole weekend to spend with my beautiful wife Kathy. She was soo pretty and sexy too that I just enjoyed spending as much time with her as possible. I had another reason to look for...
Billie's version I had to stay late at the office to finish a report my boss wanted first thing Monday morning; but I didn't really care, because this was Friday and I had the whole weekend to spend with my beautiful wife Kathy. She was soo pretty and sexy too that I just enjoyed spending as much time with her as possible. I had another reason to look forwa...
Hello, there. My name is Rhonda Winston. A six-foot-three, blonde-haired and blue-eyed Irishwoman living in New Orleans, Louisiana. I'm a police officer working for the New Orleans Police Department. The other day, I was on this bus and there were these passengers who were so damn unruly. A group of young black women were sitting next to me in the back of th...
Black Cock Era is a tongue-in-cheek interracial epic story about a potential but unlikely future in which white women are enslaved by the superior black males. The story is far fetched, but it's a fictional fantasy, and it's meant to be a grounds to explore a fun and silly situation, not to predict how real people would behave or how you the reader would beh...
Remington Alexander LaBaux (Remi) was an only child. He was born and raised on an old family plantation in northern Louisiana, which grew sugar cane, as did most of the plantations in that region. The plantation had been in his family since before the Civil War and was handed down to the oldest male of each generation since it was founded. His mother had pa...
Mistress Regina Saint-Pierre woke up with a smile on her face. Her father James and her brothers Lucien Saint-Pierre and Eric Saint-Pierre were so proud of her. Yesterday she assisted in the breaking in of the toughest member of the new batch of exotic-looking Black slaves which they purchased for the family's brand new Plantation in the City of New Orleans,...