Salutations, my friends and devoted readers. Wanda Philogene here. Your favorite Haitian dominatrix, taking the beautiful City of Brockton, Massachusetts, by storm. Ladies and gentlemen, I have some good news. I've dumped Sean Prescott, my favorite white dude, on account of him becoming possessive of me. Sean and I were cool, and we had some fantastic sex, b...
I view myself as a non-bias individual. I'm always the first to claim a neutral approach and quick to voice the non-judgemental "hey it's whatever excites you". But a somewhat disturbing trend has caught my eye in today's erotic literature in regards to the ever elusive big black cock. As a woman who has experienced her fair share of sexual encounters thus f...
At some point in her writing career, nearly everyone tries a period piece. It can be near past or far, based on historical events or purely fictionalized, fantastic or mundane. In many cases, the only thing they have in common is being bad. This little how to, then, will give you some pointers from a history major and amateur historian on making your period...
The day the government of Canada granted me refugee status marked the first day I ever experienced freedom. For in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, as you may well know, women are not free. We're not free to move about when and where we want, nor can we control our fates. We're forever at the mercy of the men in our lives, first our fathers and then our husbands...
I've been everywhere in this cold-ass country, and sometimes, I honestly wish my parents had kept their asses in Somaliland. In case you're wondering who this is, my name is Omar Muhumed, and I am a brother going through hell these days. The Yukon is definitely no place for a Black man, I'll tell you that much. I work for a logging company in Dawson City, on...
We all have fantasies, I guess. It’s part of what makes us human, is it not? As a pious Muslim sister who wears the hijab, I am certainly no different. My name is Raya Mamadou and I was born and raised in Adel Bagrou, a small town on the southeastern arm of the Islamic Republic of Mauritania. My father Saleem Mamadou is a member of the Afro-Mauritanian nobil...
Is there something wrong with me? Why do I feel like this? Every time I see a pretty gal walking by wearing a Hijab I get an instant boner. The name is Lucas Abdullah Wallace. I was born in the City of Odessa, Texas, to a Jamaican-American father and Lebanese Christian mother. My parents, Esther Abdullah and Luke Wallace met while at the University of Housto...
The name is Charles Hanover and I am a man with a story to tell. I'm the president of Black Superstar Studios. It's a hundred-million-dollar business empire. The studio's signature movie series has become a hit in just a couple of years. And I'm the tall, good-looking, virile black gentleman who is both the series creator, its main star and the driving force...
"Take care of yourself, Carl Robinson, if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to come by the dojo," said my long-time friend Duncan MacLeod, the legendary Highlander, as he clasped me in a bear hug, and I smiled and embraced him warmly. I haven't met a lot of good people in my nearly two centuries of living upon this earth, but the tall, dark-haired Scots...
Marianna Vasquez-Anselmo looked at Peter Samson's sleeping form, and grinned. The tall, dark-skinned young man whom she affectionately referred to as her "Angelito Negro" or Black Angel, was asleep at last. Hard to believe that this loco American was the same guy she met eight months, when he barged into the Student Affairs Office at the Universidade Catolic...