Callie snuck in quietly, looking around to make sure no one was watching. She pulled the trench coat tighter to her, hiding her nakedness. She silently locked the door behind her and stepped carefully on the steps. She remembered to avoid the fifth step as it had a tendency to creak rather loudly. She didn't want to give her presence to him, as he lay sleepi...
Brother Samuel here. Your favorite big and tall, forthrightly bisexual Black male fiction writer. Now a student in the Graduate program at the University of Massachusetts in the city of Boston. I want to get my Master's degree in Criminal Justice. Maybe someday I'll be a Judge. I might become the only male judge in history who's sympathetic to men's rights a...
Keeping away from nutcases is always a good idea. My problem is that I'm basically a magnet for them. Seriously, on the bus, the train and at work, at the school library and everywhere I go. They're there, passive-aggressively sneezing, coughing, staring, spitting and hatefully staring in my general direction. Can someone save me from them? The name is Samue...
I was just an American tourist in Amsterdam taking in the sights and had this nightclub on my list of places to see. The place was called “IT” and it was reputedly one of the most difficult places to get into and one of the strangest places on planet Earth. I just walked right in. In retrospect I probably got in only because it was too early for the doormen...
The holidays were upon us. I had spent the last three months of my life as the personal sex slave of Brittany Andrews and Chantz Fortune. By now I was used to the chores, and the beatings, and constantly servicing and being fucked by their various strapon dildos. However, I never got used to the humiliating situations that they placed me in on a daily basis....
As Al and Margie settled into a historic hotel in downtown New Orleans, they were impressed with the amenities of such an old building. After all, there was running water. And there was a double bed. Well, that was about it. There was no elevator and the middle-aged couple had walked up three flights of stairs to get to their room. There was no way to regul...
Hi, there. My name is Steeves Volmar Cherenfant. I'm a big and tall Black man living in West Side of the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Not too far from Brockton Community High School. These days, I'm a Criminal Justice Student at UMass-Boston, having transferred there from Massasoit Community College. And I'm openly Bisexual. Even though I'm one fine Hait...
I don't know how I get myself into these situations. But I sure as hell enjoy them! Currently, I'm on all fours, my plump butt cheeks spread wide open and there's a big black cock sliding in and out of my tight asshole. The owner of that cock is my boyfriend, Jamal Grey. My pussy is dripping as my ass gets fucked and I can't even scream because there's a big...
I felt the need to write a straight-forward sex piece (with more than a little humor.) This is a highly predictable little ditty I just needed to get out when I'd gone a little too long without any. Enjoy! ********************** "But he's such a dickwad!" "That's not your concern," Brian asserted levelly, "Who she chooses to date is up to her." "But..."...
John's story: Where do I begin? How do I document my fall from a loving husband and father to a pimp for my wife and children? When did I go from loving my wife only, to being a sex slave to any man or woman who wanted to use me? How did it all end this way- me hiding from my family and from everyone else, worried they will kill me on sight? When and where...