Ich hatte mal wieder vor, nach sehr langer Zeit, eine Geschichte einzustellen. Der Job als Lektor und Ideengeber für einige Schreiberlinge hier mach wirklich Spaß, aber ich brenne darauf mal wieder meinen Namen am Ende der Geschichte zu lesen. Also, warum nicht eine Geschichte um meinen Lieblingsfeiertag und auch mal so wie ich es gerne schreibe. Brutal, ana...
The world is changing. And many people are afraid of what these changes mean. Global warming. Political upheaval. Plagues. Wars. Yeah, all the flavors of humanity. It doesn't matter where you live, these changes will affect you. My name is Steve Voltaire and I'm a young black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Lots of chang...
Miracle Match (MM) is an on line dating service. But more than that, it has field offices around the country for people who don't have access to the internet. People living in nursing homes, people in prison, and people who are still using 3-party land lines -- those humans living in remote areas or in caves. Andy Aldrich believed everyone should have a part...
My wife is originally from India. She emigrated to the US from India several years ago. We go on vacation to India every few years, partly to visit her family and friends, and partly because it is a nice change of pace from our busy lives. The events in this story happened on one of those trips several years ago. After the obligatory visits with her relative...
Some people think that I'm kind of strange. Especially out here in the town of Ottawa, the dreary capital of Canada. All because I like to be myself. The name is Stephen Saint Vincent. Born in the City of Cap-Haitien, Republic of Haiti. I grew up in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I identify as Haitian-American. And I am fiercely loyal to both halves of m...
Author's Notes: Truth is stranger that fiction! This story is based on the less-than-illustrious career of a friend of mine who, like me, has been a computer programmer his whole life. And like me, he's also an aspiring writer, though as far as I know he's never written any pr0n. For various reasons, he isn't at liberty to write about some of these events, b...
"First time at a BDSM munch, ma'am?" Jordan Lubin asked cheerfully, as he assessed the tall and rather lovely, Sari-wearing young South Asian woman who sat opposite him at the P.O.C. munch which he'd organized in Vanier, Ontario, to bring other local people of color in the BDSM lifestyle together under one roof. The venue for the event, Soleil Des Iles, a sm...
Jeranimo was trapped in a nightmare of his worst fears, all the cases where people had died, how and why he had failed them. The visions were replaying inside his mind over and over. Not things that he had actually witnessed but the logical conclusions his deductions had drawn from the facts of each case. The worst one was all the missing kids and their cryi...
Wanted: A writer needing to have an Alaskan adventure Continued, revised, and rewritten from Chapter 01: As soon as he ejaculated his load of warm, oozy cum in my mouth, he said the words that I had been waiting to hear. "I love you," he said. As if I misheard him or as if I imagined him saying those words in my sleep, I stopped sucking his cock to liste...
Summer has finally come to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, after the coldest winter ever. Personally, while everyone is complaining about the blistering heat which chokes the Canadian Capital, I am loving every moment of it. I absolutely love the heat, and I wish them White folks would shut the hell up and enjoy the bright sunlight. Can't be winter forever, dam...