This story is about the day in a life of a black man in a fictional world where black men are the extreme minority but drown in pussy. It is a complete work of fiction, with all characters at least 18. Heavy elements of submission, raceplay, breeding, financial domination and cuckolding follow: *** Demarcus woke up to the sound of slurping and the most pec...
Experts claim that the manner in which males and females remember events of their past, differ. The male has a series of little boxes in his brain in which he keeps each memory separate from others and is able to open any particular box and bring back that memory uncoloured by another. The female, on the other hand, has her memories bound like a ball of wool...
I'm not sure what woke me up but as I opened my eyes I could see the first light of day filtering through the crack in the curtains. I rubbed my eyes and rolled to my left where I could hear the soft breathing of my lovely wife, Maggie. Once I was more fully awake I became aware of slight movements to my left and then realized that our overnight guest, one o...
Disclaimer: All individuals in this work of fiction are above the age of 18 years. Second followup to "One Fateful Night" This one picks up directly after "One Fateful Night: The Aftermath" so it would be helpful to read those first. This chapter is written from Anna's perspective, the next (and probably final) chapter will be from Julien's pov. Please...
Author's Note: This story is basically gratuitous futa on boy sexy times. Like, a lot of it. Consider this fair warning for anyone who doesn't enjoy that kind of thing. **** Part One: Thrown to the Wolves **** Christopher MacKenzie sat uncomfortably next to his mother as she chatted away happily with Miss Carlyle. Apparently they were old friends from wh...
Many thanks to BeautifulStorm for first editing and improving this story and to AdrienneL whose editing resulted in major changes that made it much better. * Everyone liked Balek because he was polite, honest, friendly and modest. He also had a great sense of humor, and nothing anyone said ever seemed to bother him -- except on one subject. The exceptio...
The shower. It was our new bed. Oh, not for sleeping, but for making love. Yes, somehow along the way the rectangular plexi-glass enclosure had become our new setting for sex. We have been married for over 27 years now. Our sex life has been tremendous over those years. We've done a little of everything and done it a little of everywhere. Of course, we've m...
That was the name of the one that infected me. I've no idea where this started and I haven't seen her since. And I can't stop it, can't control it, can't stop being Cherry and breeding more. I remember going to this party on campus and I wasn't a popular guy, overweight and kind of a nerd and I can remember seeing Molly moving through the crowd with this...
The house was in the country and it wasn't a long drive from the city. Rick had been very exited when Sasha his girlfriend told him about the place. They had been together for a year now and really loved each other, they even talked about marriage from time to time. The petite brunette had said that her uncle was overseas for the week and he asked her to loo...
The doorbell rings, a soft knocking accompanies the bell to break the silence of the house. You look up from your laptop nestled snuggly in your lap and glance at your watch. "That must be her. Right on time." You mutter to yourself, and reluctantly clamber out of the comfy reclining chair, situated in the living room. Your thoughts turn back to th...