First of all, I want to say that I know how this sounds. I really do. There was a time when I didn't understand my desires. A time when I thought I needed my head examined. As a young Black man of Haitian descent living in North America, I have a certain image to maintain. Yet public image must give way to the truth that lies beneath. If you're scratching yo...
"Tomas, wake up...breakfast!" Tom awoke with a start and grabbed the sheets closer to him. Looking over at the door, he saw Maria standing there with a sardonic look on her face. When she saw his reaction, her lips curled upward into a sarcastic half-smile. "Don't be afraid, little chicken. I will not eat you," she said with her Spanish accent. "Hurry up a...
My apologies for the incredible delay in getting this written and posted. In any event, this is the penultimate chapter in the story of love lives in a small Wisconsin town. I have already half-finished the final chapter, so it should not take that long. Please, please, please remember to vote on this, and I very much appreciate any comments you can take th...
In this installment, Erik repays an favor from an old friend, and Maya's world expands once again. Group sex (MFM) and fetish content. .... "Erik, my man!" my old friend Steve bellowed to me as he came toward the counter of my store and shook my hand enthusiastically. Old friend might have been a bit of an overstatement, but we had known each other for a...
Sabrina wasn't sure which throbbing she wanted to quite more – the throbbing between her legs or the throbbing in her head. For two consecutive weeks now she had awakened with a vicious headache, which today had progressed in severity. Yet, despite the pounding in her head, she still got jittery between the legs watching that tall dark delicious man pass her...
Copyright © 2018 - This is an original work by Zeb Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author. Author's Note: I wrote this little flash story quite some time ago, before 2006. It is short with no real character development. A...
My name is Stefan Maguire Brown and I'm not just a six-foot-two, lean and muscular, handsome black man. I'm also a dam good doctor. Everyday, I try my best to heal the men and women who come before me. It's not an easy job. Especially since this is 1967 and I'm the first African-American doctor the town of Silverman, Illinois, has ever seen. Oh, well. Doctor...
The summer right after graduation and before college, the family trade, the reality of taking care of one's self onward and forevermore. Seems like everyone remembers that summer. I got a little lucky myself, mostly because I didn't have a plan in the first place. I had been so glad to get out of school that I resolved to do nothing for the next three month...
I was in my office with the windows open and my feet on the desk, watching the secretaries high-heeling it across Berkeley and Boylston. It was short-skirt weather, and I was entertaining myself between cases. It's great not having a job, if you ain't hungry, as someone once said. Problem was I was hungry. I was thinking about heading home when I saw Hawk co...
First of all, I want to excuse my poor English, I'm not a native English speaker. Thanks to Cambridge Caine and Katie Irwin who created the world of Mail Girls. And thanks to Pete_L who helped me with editing for publishing. If you haven't done it already, read their stories too, as my stories continue after theirs... ***** ***** ***** ***** Guillermo 'Bi...