Remember how I told you the story my ex wife told me - of how that white prostitute at the strip club came out of the booth after having been in there with a black guy, and how she was flushed and proud and was telling all of the other hos about how proud she was to have been with that handsome black man? Well it happened to me tonight! I almost can't believ...
This article is my out loud thoughts about African American women in the United States, written from the perspective of an African American man. I in no way say that this is a definitive guide or that these observations hold true to 100% of the AA female population. However in my experience and those of my male counterparts we have observed that more times t...
Why is everyone so damn afraid of interracial pegging? That's what I want to know! My name is Beatrice Levin. A six-foot-eight, red-haired and green-eyed French Canadian woman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. Folks, I am a big woman. And I know it. I'm damn near seven feet tall and weigh two hundred and eighty pounds. I was afflicted with g...
Patrick Saint Augustin is the name. I'm a big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Toronto, Province of Ontario. I work as a Security Guard during the summertime and study at the University of Toronto during the school year. I was born in the city of Brockton, in the state of Massachusetts, and moved to the Confederation of Canad...
Chap. 1 "You must be Steve Harris, My name is Lamar DuBois, I work in computer engineering." "Nice to meet you Lamar, I don't know what happened the dam thing froze up and I can't get it to work." "No problem my man, that your wife?" "Yes." "She is beautiful, if you don't mind me saying." "No I don't mind and thanks." Lamar liked the picture. The woma...
Thank you for reading my stories, and I am sorry if the wait between chapters is longer than you would like. I am doing my best, and promise to keep writing them as long as the response to them is positive. As always, rating and commenting on the stories are greatly appreciated, and if you would like to make suggestions as to possible scenarios you like to s...
Chapter 7 On the Thompson plantation. Samantha was buttoning her dress, looking at herself in the mirror. She smiled to herself as she left a few buttons undone, showing off a bit of cleavage. The last few days she hadn't been able to stop thinking about Meriday, and at what had happened at the massage parlor. She could see his strong physique in front...
The story will now move one month forward to start at Chapter Nine. This will allow the setting up of Chantel's new career as a transsexual and higher class t-girl escort. The chapter will move through time from her first time as a t-girl escort to a couple of months as a t-girl escort... I hope you all enjoy. ***** Chapter Nine: My First Night as a T-Girl...
2/1 I wrote: "You know I really can't wait until you tell me about the DP when you have done it Alice. I mean you are a slut for black cocks now. I bet you'll love having two of them to fill you with cum. So write soon and let me know how it was. I also can't wait until you tell your husband what you did! I bet he'll go wild when he sees you have had two c...
Jennifer sat in an overstuffed chair, staring at the faint cracks in the white leather. She settled her glasses on her nose out of nervous habit, awkwardly ignoring the other two girls in the room. Her arm stood out in stark contrast against the chair, her skin as dark as burnt mocha. The young woman stole a quick glance at the other two girls - Emily and M...