My name is Mohammed Aziz, and I'm a young Black man living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born in the town of Kano, northern Nigeria, to a Nigerian father and Iranian mother. Seven in the morning on February 5, 1988. That's when I came into this world. Due to my unique heritage, I look quite different from most Nigerians. I stand six feet...
My name is Stefan Cherenfant. A big and tall, good-looking young black man of Haitian origin living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Friends call me K.B. for short. I don't mind. We all seem to acquire nicknames at some point in our lives. Not much we can do about it. Anyhow, I was home from school during Christmas Break. This is the tale of how I had...
This story comes from a few years when in my late twenties I did a little bit of escorting and pro domming. This is a tale from one of my meetings as a pro domme with a client. Seeing a regular client was always a preference for me. For a start with pro domming I was quite picky in who I took on as a booking. Regular clients were also more fun as you could...
Have you noticed that in the movies, the tale is always told from the so-called good guy's viewpoint and the bad guy never gets to tell his side of the story? Well, my name is Raphael Jean Charlemagne and I am here to rectify this grievous oversight. I was born in Cap-Haitien, on the northern coast of the island of Haiti on February 3, 1812, and in the summe...
Synopsis What starts as a magazine interview ends in a life changing experience. When Irene is discomfited by questions, her replies are not always the ones most desired. Comment For readers with a little less time than is needed to read a novel here is a try of mine at a short story. It sort of fits with the rest of the world that I have written about in...
For those of you who haven't read it, this little tale is a "redux" of the ending of "The Black Velcro Choker" by Murphy621. And in this "redux", well let's just say the outcome is a bit different...) I changed the ending more than a wee bit in keeping with my sense of justice. )) We pick up where Mary is telling us about the divorce attorney her lover recom...
Larissa woke up earlier than her master and she watched him sleep and as she did so, her excitement grew at the thought of how he would use and abuse her that morning. When he awoke a few minutes later she got up from the bed and went to the bathroom where she knelt down beside the toilet and waited for him to come. A minute later he came in and saw her knee...
The day’s sun and fun had paid it’s toll on us, we had joked and flirted with sexual innuendoes all day, and absolutely planed on fulfilling them when we got home, but there we were - sacked out on the couch, rubbing each other’s feet, that intimate act of touching, feeling, soothing, and soon we were both asleep to the droning of the Television, singing it...
The bedroom was bathed in soft moonlight from the open window, a gentle breeze stirred the curtain and the sleeping girl made soft noises of sleep as she lay naked on the cotton sheets of her bed. No more than 18 she slept naked with arms outstretched and her breasts, pale in the light were topped with small pink rosebud nipples that were now stiff from the...
You hesitate as you board the shuttle bus. It was your last chance to abandon the weekend. Something about the risk made you feel alive and you resigned yourself to find a seat and settle in with your overnight bag. The clean and orderly bus slowly fills and you start on a short journey to the landscaped main gate of what will be your home for the weekend....