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...
Twenty years ago we met, and although the timing wasn't right, I knew right then and there that someone special had finally come into my life. My name is Afaf Khan-Birrou and I was born in the City of Dammam, Saudi Arabia, to a Saudi Arabian father and a Pakistani immigrant mother. My father Omar Alzahrani never took care of my mother Amina Khan and I, and w...
The snow storm whipped ice crystals down my neck as I ran slipping and sliding from my automobile to the entrance of the 23rd Precinct police station. Inside, I took off and shook my coat. It was hotter and more comfortable in the front reception of this police station than anywhere in my own crappy apartment building. I'd been Uptown here once before, I rec...
"Pitiful loser," Lord Vaughn said, and the Elder Vampire looked at the fledgling before spitting in disgust. As the Master of the Blood Legion, it was Lord Vaughn's duty to train new recruits and turn them into a force to reckon with. The Supreme Council of the Undead expected no less of him. The aforementioned loser happened to be Omar Selkirk, and he was t...
Dani was awakened from her very uneasy slumber several times by the vibrators attached to her body. Every time, it took her a few moments to remember just what was going on - she had a vibrator in her pussy, one attached to her clit, and ones attached to her nipples. She was wearing a blindfold, headphones, and a ballgag. No matter how many times she awoke,...
Thrown together with putty, electric tape and the finest stolen furniture, swing clubs dot the landscape. Hidden like camouflaged hunters in the dense underbrush, venues of questionable morality — whether they be churches, or sex sheds — are ubiquitous. Rifle through the glossy, substantial pages of your local adult rag, and you're bound to uncover advertis...
Sheila - synthetic, humanoid, enlightened, inquisitive, living, android ***** I awoke with a jerk then regretted it as the back of my neck started to throb. Getting up I could see that I had fallen asleep on the key board. Looking around after relieving myself I was a little concerned as to where Sheila was. Shrugging my shoulders I went back to the comp...
DISCLAIMERS: Any person involved in a sexual act is above the age of 18. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious, and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This story contains some supernatural events, but is not intended to disrespect any religion. This story also has fictitious members of the Imperial family...
Note to Reader Yes, this is the first story I've posted on here since 2002. My other story "Laraloubaye" was never completed, though the ideas are still very much in my imagination. Meanwhile, this new one, "Oshun" is not so much a story as it is a description of the society that the title character in my first story came from – the "Zoue" (as you'll see be...
His cock rammed the breath out of her. Slammed into her diaphragm so hard, she had only gasps for the orgasm that should have had her screaming. Worse, her body wracked with shudders and convulsions stopping her from even attempting to try catching it. Speech was out of the question and thought was "forget about it". Another thrust and another burst of "hn...