It was mundane as hell. The dishwasher was full, she was emptying it. Simple. Mind bogglingly simple. When she was finished with the dishwasher, there was sorting washing from machine to dryer and putting a new load on. Then she was done. A scandal rag was waiting for her in the loo, she would read of fat celebs who could easily fit twice over into her cloth...
If there's anything I love doing, it's showing the world that black men and black women united can do anything. Nothing gives me more joy. My name is Nikita Jackson and I'm a six-foot-tall, voluptuous and very good-looking young black woman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I've got face, I've got chest, I've got body and I've got booty. Which mak...
There are some things in this world which one simply doesn't understand. Like why do some men decide to get Vasectomies. In one's sincere opinion, that's one of the worst things a man can ever allow to be done to himself. Seriously. Rather than allow himself to be neutered just because his nagging wife or girlfriend said so, why doesn't the guy just castra...
The building had a red brick facade with three large blacked out windows that were protected by thick rusty bars. The door was painted bright red with black oversized hardware. It was early morning, 5AM, a damp fog hung low muting any sound coming from the docks nearby. To my left, three seagulls sat on a gun barrel piling fluffing their wings to ward off th...
And so, we four (Stella, Krista, Alida and Willamina - although we only used those names kiddingly) eternally speculated about the reason for our confinement. Chris thought we were part of some reality TV show and that we were constantly being video-recorded. Will thought it was a psychology experiment. I offhandedly guessed it was a feminist plot to show th...
Brother Samuel here. A name that should require no introduction at this point. Your favorite big and tall, good-looking and openly bisexual Haitian-American author, law student and activist living near Boston, Massachusetts. Sometimes, I wonder why people simply can't leave well enough alone. Why must they try to fix things that don't need fixing? Don't fix...
Saturday, 14th May 2016 Brad & Emma we're any normal suburban couple, a nice house, a son called James who had just turned 18 and a 15 year old daughter called Kate. The morning had started as any other, a beautiful spring day. Brad had just returned from his run & James was watching TV. Kate was sleeping over at a friends house. "What's that in the garde...
I used to be a member of AOL until a few weeks ago. This story is a bit odd in the sense that it will be told in a "chat room" format. I copied and pasted the whole conversation into a Word document so I could present it here. Let me know what you think of it. Here the story behind it first: I met this guy in an Exhibitionist chat room on AOL. We chatted o...
It was a Sunday morning in the suburbs with all that entails. Lots of late sleepers and generally quite quiet all over the neighborhood with just a few worshippers scrambling to make it to Sunday school on time and that one asshole mowing his lawn (because there's always one.) Inside our home, I was tied naked face up on the ottoman and being fed my new hus...
She's such a bitch. Such a cunt. Such a whore. She is the woman I love, the woman that I married. Her pussy controls me and my life- from a distance, most of the time. She dispensed with the sex early on in our married life. Recently, her thing has been pocketbooks. Sexy designer pocketbooks. Previously, 55% of my paychecks went to her pleasure shopping. W...