* Introduction: First of all, this is a real story. Some conversations are not completely the same simply because you can't remember every single word you and/or other people say. When I was quite a young man, I watched my first porn movie. I came to a scene where a well-muscled black man was hitting on and getting laid with a dark-haired French woman. Th...
The first time that I ever had a black cock was when I was 18 and on a trip to Africa with my new husband Omar. We were on the 2nd week of our Honeymoon when one night in the hotel INN, Omar, my husband who is an anthropologist and is 33 years old, was talking to a group of old black men about their tribes and customs etcetera. It was very warm, no, very HOT...
Chapter 2 -- Bittersweet dreams The beach underwent a magical transformation at night. It was completely deserted -- the only sign of human activity was the faint and distant sound of Spanish Flamenco guitar coming from a tavern somewhere in the nearby town. It added flavour to the monotonous hissing of the waves. The moon hung full in the cloudless sky and...
At two in the morning Peter left a softly snoring Mary Jane and went out for his nightly swing around the city. It was a pretty slow night considering. He interrupted a jewelry story robbery; two guys had broken the front window and were throwing the display merchandise in a bag when he webbed them and left them for the cops. He left one man swinging upside...
Melissa slowly opened her eyes and looked around the room trying to put her brain into some sort of order. She stretched and yawned. As her eyes looked around the room it slowly began to come back to her. The reason her body felt sore, yet strangely satisfied. She jumped out of the bed, her eyes stretched wide with fright. Oh god, she was in the room behind...
This is for Lindsey. You are wearing a short silky dressing gown. I know that underneath you have a beautiful push up bra and transparent silky knickers, tight to your wonderful mound. You are wet and excited with anticipation of what is to come. You are sitting somewhat nervously as I introduce you to the two tall and suntanned young men I have brought ho...
I can't stand how fake most people are, folks. Seriously. And when you live in Canada, ninety nine percent of the people you meet are so fake, they're plastic. My name is Jean-Robert Blanchet. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I moved to Ottawa from my native City of Boston, Massachusetts, a...
Jennine was walking through the school hallways towards her next exam, when she heard a door open up behind her. She looked over and saw Richard, a good friend of hers. "Hey there stranger, haven't seen you since our classes ended," said Richard, looking pleased to have found her. Jennine walked up to Richard with an innocent smile on her face. "Just been...
This is my first submission. I've never written anything before, but decided to give it a try. I'd appreciate any feedback you'll give me as I work on developing this. I can take harsh criticism. Thanks so much! ***** The geese honked in the distance, joining the symphony of nature. I wondered what their calls meant, and marveled at the complexity of their...
This is a sort of literary experiment. All I ask is that you keep an open mind. It's fairly short, so you don't have to keep it open for that long. "Aye," said he, "she was a snapping piece. The wife of the late guv'nor, it turned out. A high-bred woman." "High-bred?" said I. I poured him another tot of rum from the bottle. "And you the captain of a pirate...