Samuel Xavier here. Your favorite big and tall, forthrightly bisexual Black male urban fiction writer. And I have a question for you today. Why are there so many sociopaths in the Black community? I don't know. But I honestly think they're the reason why we can't advance as a people. The leaders of the Black community often turn out to be Black men and Black...
Kyle Jorge Pederson is the name. Friends call me K.J. Sociopathy is the nature of my game. I'm a tall, good-looking black man living in the great city of Boston. I work as a District Attorney in the city of Boston. That's only my day job. By night, I engage in entirely different behavior. Then again, we all do. I like sex. I am sexually adventurous. I am com...
It's strange what some people get from sex. For me its always been the best way to get what I want while still having fun. It is the one thing in the world that everyone wants no matter what age or sex you are. Like one time when I was 18 I got pulled over after leaving a party. Now I'm sort of cute. At 5' 2'' with red hair and a nice figure, I guess. I was...
In the movies, Werewolves are monstrous entities prowling the night, eating campers in the woods, and all that jazz. Or we're stuck in high school forever, like in a certain boring-ass television series. Seriously. Sometimes I want to shout from the mountain tops that my kind aren't what you humans think we are, but I know that revealing myself would mean ce...
"I was thirteen when I got him-my first Piranha. I had to go across the bridge into Washington state to buy him because pet stores in Oregon weren't allowed to sell them. He was sort of a drab little fish but a real eager eater. He, or possibly she, I didn't figure out their sex until later, preferred bits of raw hamburger scattered across the surface of the...
Kathy and I were always friends. We grew up together. She lived next door. She was the first girl that I had a crush on when I was in kindergarten. Back then before I allowed mass marketing, advertising, commercials, Playboy Magazine, and Miss America Contests to alter my definition of beauty, I saw her for the person she was kind, personable, and smart. If...
After the divorce, I was unsure of what to do. I had my high-paying job, but without my family, and specifically without my daughter, I found no pleasure in the job. I had made my money already, and still had plenty left even after the divorce (thank goodness for prenuptial agreements), so I did not need to worry about having enough money to survive. Ever...
My name is Roland LaRoche and I'm a demon of Haitian descent living in Massachusetts. The life of a demon isn't easy, folks. Forget what you read in the books or see in the movies. Not every demon out there is hungering for human souls. Personally, I don't deal or trade in anything having to do with that business. Tell that to those assholes and bitches who...
The summer time is always a good time to have a party, obviously. Especially when it's on the river banks. My friends and I were popular guys. We had nice cars that we worked hard to get and we took care of ourselves. So people liked us. We live in a smaller town. About a hundred thousand people, give or take a few. So when you say you're having a party, i...
Chapter 09: Back to the Carousel Shortly after lunch I was finally able to reach Marjorie on the telephone. I had tried calling the apartment at least six times and her cell phone about four times before she finally answered. "I'm glad I finally reached you, I didn't get to see you this morning," I said, trying to conceal my concern that she hadn't tried t...