Just a whimsical quickie for the few who appreciated my last oxymoronic non sequitur... (All fiction. Never knew anyone like these characters. All countries described are fictional. Surely you can't believe a constitutional republic called the United States of America ever existed. No one with flickering intelligence would bother imagining the extant 21st C...
As I entered the airport thoughts of this dark skinned beauty raced through my head. I was excited about meeting her for the first time. It felt as if I were about to piss my pants. I stood in the bathroom looking at my reflection in the mirror trying to understand what a young and vibrant beauty like Linda would want with a guy like me. My name is John. I...
Sometimes I think Ivan is just not the right name for a Black guy, man. I ought to know, especially given that my name is Ivan Chekov. I was born in the City of Alexandrov, deep within the Russian Federation. My father, Andrei Chekov, is a White dude of Russian descent, and my mother Rosalind Adewale was Black, of Nigerian descent. She died giving birth to m...
The sun will rise soon, and since I'm yet to feed, this is decidedly bad news. Soon the unbearable light will bathe the desert sands, and like all my kind, I must hide or perish. Such is my lot in life as one of the undead. I walk through the streets of Mogadishu, a slender, brown-skinned young Somali woman, my head covered by a nice hijab, my dress blowing...
The day I met Stephen Lemieux is the day my life changed forever. My name is Afaf Al-Rahman and I’m a woman with a story to share with you. I was born in the harsh environs of metropolitan Najran, Southwestern Saudi Arabia, and moved to the City of Makkah in the Al Madinah region during the eleventh summer of my life. My parents, Aref and Mona Al-Rahman work...
The name is Summer Adewale, and I'm a young black woman of Nigerian descent living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. Life hasn't been a bed of roses lately, and I'm not just talking about political upheavals, Covid, or the madness we've all been enduring in our daily lives. Nope, I am referring to the fact that the world is close to ending, and I've been tapp...
I am lying in bed in our spare room listening to my wife being fucked next door by her black lover. I hear her crying out proclaiming her love for him as he thrusts his massive cock into her stretched white cunt. Reaching those parts my little pecker could never hope to reach. She screams out in ecstasy as she hits another climax which is matched by her stud...
Author's Note: The following chapter in this story is entirely the product of this author's imagination. The views of the characters do not necessarily represent the views of the author or any other person. Be warned that sensitive readers will find some scenes extremely offensive. * The beginning of the end for Peter Marquis started in the home of Fidelis...
This story is the sequel to The Introduction: He saved her life; she may just save his. Apparently my first story stirred up some passions within people (check the comments on the first story), and I hope that all of you would take the time to read this second installment. I thoroughly recommend taking the time to read my first story, as this one will make a...
1969 (part one) The late 1960s is famous for the many new freedoms given to females. Even the lead in sexual adventure became a domain for many. But having to "start sometime" meant that there was a carryover of a proper, polite, perhaps even docile, generation. That generation was raised one way, and instantly allowed to become the "other" way. Taking the...