I am originally from the deep south. Down there, we drink sweet tea all day, say 'yes/no, sir/ma'am', and well, some of us white women can't help ourselves around southern-fried black cock. Look, I want to preface this by saying that I was raised by racist, prejudiced parents. When I became sexually aware in my life, their rants about how I should never get...
As with most of my stories, this one is one I have based on a true story as told by a friend of mine. According to him, it really happened. I changed the names in case anybody recognizes the incident. Just remember, don't kill the messenger. * One of my wife's and my favorite times of the year is Halloween. We love decorating the house, making it scary for...
Twenty minutes later, looking through a two-way illuminated panel on their side of Floor 2, the husbands spied their wives. Now costumed, Joan Hockaday exuded sexuality from every pore of her body. Her platforms had been replaced by red high-heeled ankle strap peep-toe pumps with the same 5 inch heels she had pranced around on since her teenage cheerleading...
"Trevor Villeneuve, what the fuck are you looking at, pervert?" came a shrill feminine voice, interrupting me as I sat at a computer on a remote corner of the Learning Commons sector in the Carleton University library. There I was, discretely watching porn instead of working on my assignment for my Surveying And Graphics class. I'm in the civil engineering p...
The nervous eighteen year old Maggie Spinner nervously steps out and ducks a bit at the sound of what could either be a car backfiring, or a gunshot. "I can't believe that Maxim would have a studio in the ghetto," She was five-foot 4 inches tall, 32 c breasts, wavy, neck length, dirty red hair. She walks up to the door and is greeted by a beautiful Asian wo...
Heather was a slut when we met. I didn't know it when we met, but it didn't take long to figure it out and once I did it didn't take long until we were fucking. There were two obstacles for our relationship; my wife and her boyfriend. I was 44 and she was 20. I was an average looking guy, but at 44 looked more in my early thirties. She was 20 and looked 20,...
Hey, there. My name is Gregory Jean-Pierre. A young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I'm twenty three years old and moved to Canada five years ago. These days, I attend Carleton University. It's where I met Madeline Franks, the love of my life. Life is okay these days, for the most part. I work as Assistant Mana...
Greetings, folks. I have a story here. There's two good stories in here. It's all about a little domination game between a couple. I wrote this short story to satisfy different tastes. I just wanted to write something different from the usual stuff about bisexual black men. Yes, I am one of them but that doesn't mean my same-gender-loving brothers and sister...
Hey, there. My name is Kennel Jackson and I'm a tall, dark-skinned and very muscular young black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I was recently released from Walpole State Prison and this is the tale of my homecoming. It's been a longtime coming, folks. I just spent four and a half years in the state penitentiary system. Now, I'm out and I...
She wanted to please me. Diane arrived home from work on Friday afternoon and poured herself a glass of wine to try and unwind from the week and also to think about the evening to come. She had wanted Jack her boyfriend to master her and make her his slave for the evening. All she knew was she was to meet a black man for dinner and was left instructions on...