My name is Patrick Alexander Perth. A six-foot-one, dark-skinned and ruggedly handsome Black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm a student at the University of Massachusetts. Majoring in law. Folks, I've got something to confess. I'm a racist. I just don't like White people. Seriously. I can't stand them. They think they're all that. They ac...
Rondi shifted slightly on her bar stool. She was beginning to think tonight would be a bust. And now she had lost sight of her husband, Cody, in the crowded hotel bar. If anyone did approach her, she wanted her husband to see everything. She wanted to show off her ability to attract men — men who could satisfy her in ways he couldn't. Not that there was an...
Just past midnight, on a pitch black, moonless night, six eighteen-year-old girls from across the country arrived in a black Suburban and filed anxiously into the marina's business center, following signs to Gethsemane Academy's reserved conference room. They had few clues to where in the world they were or what to expect next. A tray of pastries rested on a...
Introduction Hexton was a tiny, quiet village, stubborn in it's defiance of the progression of the world of the future in general. Even in the early 21st century the residents insisted on living simple lives, heavily centred around a fear of Christ and an almost primitive dependence on the church. Hex had a lot of similarities with the village. She wasn'...
Background: The next three stories involve my only long-term on-line subject who I have named Nancy. This subject passed all of the tests I described in story two ("A Few Good Subs"), but before we were able to arrange an in-person session, he was offered a job in a town a great distance away, precluding any in-person meets. We agreed to continue training...
In dreams, sometimes, you just find yourself in situations. You don't know how you got there or how you know some of these people or what caused this scenario in the first place. It's as if your spirit wandered around for awhile and found your body (or one just like it) and you can kind of share that body's thoughts. Thus, I found myself sitting in a large r...
Part Two The Latex Room New readers might like to know that me and Freddie, a friend of mine, have gone off for a cross-dressing get-together in a house just outside Reading. We've met some lovely people already and it does seem to be quite a sexy affair. I've been having fun in the Silk Room (see Part One) but now I'm about to move on to the Latex Room. Ho...
Mob Rule *** Ana Rodriguez confessed everything to a priest in Las Vegas, Nevada. A church in the City of Sin. Father Louie was Chinese with an accent, very old, and surprisingly welcoming. She confessed everything, including her uncle taking advantage of her early maturity and raping her. She even admitted it didn't seem like rape and she fooled herself...
First I should tell you how all of this got started. One morning, my wife, Sarah, and I were driving down the road, south on Highway 1, not far from Monterey, when we got into this horrible argument. I got so mad I pulled the car over onto a dry dirt turn out, one that gave a view of the ocean. She was so mad—what were we arguing about, even?—something about...
Let's face it, folks. Black people officially rule the world. A Black man is President of the United States of America. A Black man is Governor of New York. A Black woman is Mayor of Atlanta, Georgia. A Black man is Governor of Massachusetts. A Black man now leads the Republican National Committee. Hell, a Black woman is Governor-General of Canada, chosen f...