A message for those who like my stories, those who hate my stories, those who are indifferent and those who have yet to make up their minds. I have often stated that I really don't care what others think about my stories, that I write for my own enjoyment and then I offer to share. If you like my stories fine and if you don't, also fine since I have alread...
Lying next to me after a night of passionate lovemaking, my wife Ayanna Abdikarim-Chandelier sighs in her sleep. The sight of her never ceases to thrill me. We first met while working as security guards at this museum in downtown Ottawa, Ontario. The tall, curvy Somali gal with the shy smile and lively eyes has haunted me from the get-go. You see, where I co...
These days, I feel so damn tired of all the crap I've got to deal with. Life in Canada sucks, man. Brother Samuel here. I'm here for Grad School at Carleton University, having left my beloved city of Brockton, Massachusetts, far behind. I can't stand the city of Ottawa, Ontario. The capital of Canada is as small as the minds of the men and women who inhabit...
A lot of people think that what I do is fundamentally wrong. They think that as a black man, I especially shouldn't be doing it. Personally, I don't think so. Seriously. My name is Randall Brownstone Jr. and this is my latest business venture. I am the owner of The Dark House, a special interest brothel located in the town of Reno, Nevada. Basically, wealthy...
[Author's note: if you ever come up with a story or branch, you can add it. Because it's an option that wasn't quite popular, I decided to make the story public. No revisisons from me, everything can be added, as longs as it doesn't break the site's ToS] A person wakes up from sleep to the sight of a room, different than the one they began their night in. A...
The name is Lucinda Watson. A six-foot-two, lean and muscular Anglo-Saxon woman with long blonde hair, alabaster skin and pale gray eyes. I was born and raised in the city of Johannesburgh in the beautiful Republic of South Africa. For many years I was a police officer, until the country irrevocably changed in the mid-1990s and I promptly left. I moved to th...
*WARNING -- PLEASE READ FIRST This is a story set in the American South during the period of slavery. It is an accurate depiction of the period. As such, racism, racial slurs and racist attitudes are included as key elements of some characters. If you are not comfortable with the topic of slavery, racial supremacy/subordination, or even seeing the "n" word...
Big macho Black stud walks into the bedroom of lusty blonde-haired White chick and fucks the hell out of her. He's looking all tough and manly while drilling his big Black cock into her and she's squealing in delight as he slams his dick into her cunt and asshole...right after she sucked his big Black cock. That seems to be the premise of most interracial er...
Prologue Irysia - a continent fractured by the naivety of it's inhabitants. Decades of armistice between races was broken by the Undyr - a brutish force of tusked monsters, terrifying in stature when compared with their racial peers. Their insatiable lust to interbreed and lack of female counterparts has driven them to return to the old ways, raiding in sea...
The Costume Store is an indiscreet shop in the mall. Few people paid it any mind and many walked passed it without giving it a second glance. If they knew what wonders were inside they might have given more thought to going inside. Inside the shop walls were racks and racks of costumes. But not just any costumes. There were costumes that turned the wearer in...