Black Cock Era is a tongue-in-cheek interracial epic story about a potential but unlikely future in which white women are enslaved by the superior black males. The story is far fetched, but it's a fictional fantasy, and it's meant to be a grounds to explore a fun and silly situation, not to predict how real people would behave or how you the reader would beh...
The crazy shit that women do never ceases to amaze me. And I am a woman. The name is Mercy Jane Perkins. My friends call me M.J. Who am I? A six-foot-tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed, chubby and big-bottomed Englishwoman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I am forty three years old. And right now I'm dominating the hell out of a Black woman who w...
Adam Brent is the name. Most people just call me Young Adam. I don't know why, but that nickname has stuck with me for ages. I'm a tall, and dare I say good-looking young African man with dark brown skin, curly black hair and pale gray eyes. Anyone looking at me would see a young African-American male. The kind of man that both men and women can't help but f...
He came to me again last night. The man in my dreams, the man that walks out of a mist and into my bedroom. He comes to me most every night lately. He comes to my bed and touches me. He touches me in places that no man has ever touched me before. He makes me feel things that I didn't know I could feel. It was different last night, he acted different, like he...
Both Amanda and Adam had lost their virginities soon after their eighteenth birthdays. Coincidences? No, not really! It was quite common in the South for sons to be taken to a bordello or brothel by an older brother or an uncle soon after they were eighteen. With girls it was different. Many were not 'deflowered' until their wedding nights, something that...
By the time I got back to the slave pen Victoria's hands were tied behind her with a thick, coarse hemp rope. Another rope had been tied around her neck, with the loose end dangling down as a makeshift leash. "Don't worry," I said, smiling broadly. "I have a plan." Victoria's eyes brightened as for the first time in a long time she allowed herself to hope....
The power of a people reside in how they tell their stories. For descendants of slaves, African Americans, we don't have many written records of the powerful stories our ancestors. The voices of those whose blood courses through our veins were effectively silenced by the system of chattel slavery. Slavery isn't even something we as Black people want to talk...
My name is Laurel Katherine Henderson. A six-foot-three, blonde-haired and green-eyed, sturdy and very voluptuous Englishwoman living in the great city of Boston, Massachusetts. I've been in the United States of America ever since I was nineteen years old. I recently earned my Master's degree in Business Administration from Boston College at the age of twent...
Katie ran a little bed and breakfast out in the cut of the Georgia country but close enough to the city not to be in the middle of nowhere. She was only 20 years young and had a good head on her shoulders, very mature for her age. After all, she did run her own business, and a very profitable one at that. She had customers come stay with her from all over th...
INTRODUCTION TO READERS WET ENCOUNTERS is a novel-length story of love, lust and betrayal that takes place on a tropical Pacific island during the second half of the twentieth century. It's seventeen chapters pivot around a single event that takes place when two people are forced to take refuge in an abandoned cabin when they are cut off by rising floodw...