Hi, there. Brother Samuel here. A big and tall, fairly good-looking black man in his mid-twenties. A college graduate. An openly bisexual black person of Haitian descent. An urban poet and recently published writer. An adventurer. A crusader for just causes. A lover. A chronicler of my fellow bisexuals. I am all these things and more. These days, life is oka...
The name is Jay Vincent. A big and tall young Black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I live in a town full of morons. And I absolutely hate it. From the dumb-ass women I see talking on the phone or checking their makeup in the rearview mirror instead of paying attention to traffic while driving to the punk-ass guys and girls I see smoking (...
My wife and I went to one of the local city parks and had a picnic. It was a bit surreal. Here we were, having a picnic together and enjoying each other's company, yet less than twenty-four hours before, she was watching me be sexually dominated by her lover. I was enjoying our time together. She was being very loving and did her best to keep teasing me sexu...
"Put your clothes on the hook by the door F-C-312-478-954-398- uh…43573...V Your undergarments go on the table below in the black bag. Make sure they are secured and out of sight!" The final "vee" was dragged out for emphasis, and you felt the thorns around the pronunciation as you always did. As was normal, the directive was a command, not a request. The l...
Hey all, sorry about the delay on this chapter, my life has been kind of flipped over lately. Getting back to a regular publishing schedule soon. Thank you for your patience. - - - "Alison!" I heard from behind my sunglasses. I looked over at the sliding glass door in our backyard and saw my Mother waving me inside. I groaned and let my legs off of the inf...
If you think you have a complicated life, you should really walk a mile in my shoes. A lot of people say that. I actually mean it. My name is Ramon Hamilton Costa. I was born in the City of Los Angeles, California. The son of a Spanish immigrant father and African-American mother. My father Ernesto Costa died shortly before my birth, leaving my mother Theres...
"You still have some Hollandaise sauce and hashbrowns on your tits, babe," I told Sonja, who blushed as she shoved them into my face. I ate the sauce and hashbrowns eagerly off Sonja's breasts, pleased that my new slut fiancee was that kinky as to offer them to me that way. She even giggled a bit as she did so, showing that she was still capable of cute, pl...
There is so much fun to be had in the world of sex. Infinite combinations. Two bisexual men and one straight woman. Two bisexual women and two straight men. Two lesbians. Two gay men. Two bisexual women and one straight man. A Black man and a Black woman. A white woman and a Black man. An Asian woman and a Black man. A Black man and another Black man. A Blac...
Slipping into jeans and a t-shirt, I decided to call Michael Whittaker in Washington to arrange a pay-off for my takedown on Thaddeus Combs. His secretary informed me he was tied up in a conference meeting but she'd have him call when he finished. Having the phone in my hand, I called Trace's cell phone. Hoping to hear his voice, all I heard was ringing, th...
"Do we really have to go through with this," Jane asked? "We've already got three girls." "We got two interviews today," replied Herman. "It's too late to cancel. Besides, they might fuck, and we need that." "I thought we had Ellie for the fucking." Herman scrolled through his spreadsheet. "Ellie says blowjobs only." "This is why I want you to take notes...