There is nothing quite like it in the world. Trust me on that one. What am I talking about? I'll get to that shortly. The tight asshole of a big-booty, chubby white woman expanding because a big black cock is penetrating it. Yeah, small wonder I am addicted to it. My name is Jason Waller, a six-foot-one, slim black man of Haitian and African-American descent...
Jensen eyed the pews with mild dissatisfaction. The hooded figures outnumbered them no doubt. But he could feel himself itching for a fight. The sexual frustration lingered from the distraction spell on the statue. He looked into Alexis face before him. She looked around uneasy before glancing back to his face. 'I think you and I are magnets for trouble.'...
When I first learned about the place, I didn't know what to think. I like to hang out in coffee houses a lot. The kinds of places where people in their 20s go. I live near a university, and there are lots of young people around. I'm constantly surprised that college age women will flirt with me, since I'm over 40, but I guess I look and act a lot younger. P...
The name is Richard Saint-Preux. A six-foot-three, broad-shouldered and muscular, ruggedly good-looking young Black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. And I am a lycanthrope. What you people call werewolves. I am a member of the Sanctus Erebus Clan. One of the largest and most numerous Clans among our kind. We're made up of families who are phi...
There were once a lot of dumb people in this world. I'm amazed by this more and more every day that goes by. In all of nature, nothing that exists acts against its own best interests. Animals and plants do all that they can to ensure their own survival. All of these life forms follow the same basic plan. Self-improvement, reproduction and the furtherance of...
I was out of town on business, bored just sitting in my room, so I went down to the hotel bar just for something to do. I saw her sitting at the bar and remembered her from the conference that day. As I sat next to her we talked business, and hometowns while we drank ourselves into oblivion. Somehow, we ended up in her room tearing each other's clothes off a...
My name is Janet Barbara Finkelstein and I was born and raised in Tel Aviv, deep within the Nation of Israel. I'd like to tell you about my wonderful new life as a follower of Islam and a part-time resident of both the United States of America and the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. Once upon a time, I was a Captain in the Israeli Defense Forces. Until I fell in l...
Memoirs of Kitty Siam – Scorched Earth. Four thousand throats may be cut in one night by a running man – Klingon proverb It took an hour or so before our team was assembled in the library. At first, most of those commanded by the prince to be there were not sure why they were taken away from their homes and family to be ushered into the great library. I ga...
Damon Jones is the name and supernatural adventure is the nature of my game. Who am? Just your average, everyday, six-foot-five, dark-skinned African-American male werewolf living in the big city. There are lots of werewolves in the city of Boston. We're doctors, lawyers, cops, athletes, thugs, college students, businessmen, firefighters, etc. You name it...
Today is November 16, 2001. This letter is to my sweet son, Dustin. On June 26, 1990, the world was blessed with a newborn child. That child held the strings to so many hearts in his hands and he didn't even know it. That child, born of teenage parents, was to become the son of my heart, if not the son of my body. He was to become the son of his dad's hear...