After a disastrous couple of years at Bay State College in the City of Boston, Massachusetts, I cost my family a ton of money and got into a bit of trouble. When you're a nice young man from the island of Haiti who's lucky enough to have your parents pay for your schooling, you ought to be thankful. Oh, I'm not an ingrate but the reason why I failed is becau...
It wasn't surprising to me to that our friendship had grown beyond societal norms. We were four childhood friends, who grew up together and managed to keep in touch with each other, even after our paths separated. Life in a small town, perhaps, has these advantages. Our elite 4-people group expanded to include our wives, as one by one each of my friends got...
Guilt is a strange emotion, a strange event. It can make people do the most vulnerable things. It can make people bare their souls. It can make people show their shadow self. Somehow he must be feeling guilt, but I'm not sure why. I don't know if I'll ever know why, but he is. He comes to me to confess, to tell his secrets, to bare his soul. I am there to cl...
Marrakech The minaret's shadow was short and distinct in the early afternoon sun. The blackness spread over the pavement obscuring a figure that staggered as if drunk as it dodged past a group of young women dressed in djalabas, their faces hidden under the hoods. Of course, Hamid wasn't drunk. He'd not had a drop to drink, although this was something he i...
Shada Salman licked her lips before fastening them to Stephen's long and thick ebony cock. The sexy Saudi gal began sucking on her boyfriend's member like her life depended on it. Stephen leaned back on his chair, going as far back as he could. The bright red BMW was a spacious car, but it clearly wasn't designed for the kind of sexual acrobatics these two l...
Once upon a time in the City of Khobar, Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, a busy government cleric named Mahmoud Ibrahim went to the City of Riyadh at the summons of the new king. For the hard-working yet little-known cleric, this was a great honor. In his absence, Mahmoud left his good friend Omar Adewale to look after his estate, the Ibrahim family villa, and his n...
I wish people would stop paying attention to what doesn't concern them and just mind their own damn business but that's just wishful thinking. My name is Paul Jean Renard, and I'm a young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I attend Carleton University, where I study business administration. I also work part-time as a security...
Dear Dora, My husband is away serving his third tour in Iraq. I knew when we got married that, as a career soldier, he would be away from home from time to time, but I don't think either of us bargained for being separated so often and for so long at a time. There are numerous support groups for the spouses of soldiers serving in the war zones of Iraq and...
The feel of a strap-on dildo sliding deep into my asshole is one of the things which turn me on the most in this world. And it's got to be a Black woman wearing said strap-on dildo. Otherwise I won't play. Kind of a weird thing for a heterosexual Black man to admit, isn't it? Yeah, I guess I am not your average Black male. The name is Henry L'Amour. The kink...
And so the House, once LeMarchand, now de Valmont, returned to normal. Or what passed as normal on the outside. Danforth, the oh-so-proper English butler, returned from hiding in the stables, as quiet and formal as ever, if a bit twitchy in one eye. He moved quietly through the house, never asking about the Lady...or Lord LeMarchand. The upstairs chamberm...