Stephen Jerome Lucien, affectionately known as J.L. to his friends is, by all considerations, a good brother. Born in the City of Montreal, Quebec, to Haitian immigrant parents, he's a church-going and hard-working lad, who's sometimes a bit too good for his own good. And that is the source of much pain and frustration in this promising young man's life......
Samuel Ray walked out of his house waving to his neighbors. Getting into his car he stretched his six foot frame out behind the wheel. Moving away from his house and neighborhood, little did he know it would be the last time he'd see either of them. High in orbit above the earth, an unearthly craft was hiding among the satellites. It's sleek black skin abso...
Sitting inside the Harvard University library, Evan wondered for the thousandth time why the good Lord made him. Seriously. As a devout Christian, he never questioned the Will of Heaven. However, lately he'd become convinced that God sometimes made mistakes. And one of those mistakes was obviously Evan Blackstone. How else could he explain how he'd never onc...
The flash of the blue and red lights reflected in the glass of the emergency room doors as the ambulance stopped backing up and the doors flew open. The paramedics jumped out, sliding the gurney out of the emergency vehicle, and rushed their patient into the open hospital doors. Bic Randall followed close behind the scurrying medics. He was not going to be e...
I should've been studying for my sociology exam. Instead, I was out partying with my sorority sisters at a local bar. It was quite a party. First, they had a pogo stick contest. The girl that bounced the longest won a T-shirt. Kelli was wearing a very short skirt. Each time she bounced, her skirt flew up exposing her little thong panties. Kelli's smooth musc...
Mistress Fatima Kader smiled to herself as she snapped a chastity device on her submissive, Aziz Diouf. The tall, dark-skinned Senegalese stud winced in pain as his mistress locked his long and thick ebony dick in her "dick cage" as she called it. The two of them were in her dungeon, as she called the basement of her townhouse in the Presidio Heights neighbo...
Nearly every night you'll find me in my kitchen with the lights off. I'll sit on the counter on a pillow, wearing only my panties, staring out the window with high-powered binoculars. Sound odd - the act of a crazy woman? Believe me, if you saw what I saw, you'd be up on the counter with me... My next door neighbor is an absolute raving nymphomaniac. She br...
Nearly every night you'll find me in my kitchen with the lights off. I'll sit on the counter on a pillow, wearing only my panties, staring out the window with high-powered binoculars. Sound odd - the act of a crazy woman? Believe me, if you saw what I saw, you'd be up on the counter with me... My next door neighbor is an absolute raving nymphomaniac. She br...
Leanne Blanche smiled to herself as her worker Miss Baatile Adewale brought her breakfast in bed. The six-foot-tall, dark-skinned, large-breasted, wide-hipped and big-bottomed, thirty-something Black woman from the Zulu tribe of South Africa looked positively fetching in a Black T-shirt and Blue jeans. The slender blonde-haired woman greeted her worker with...
It was precisely 8:30 a.m. Monday morning when I held the front door of my single-story office building open for Alexis Barron. She strutted in, hands free, and with a confidence I had never witnessed before. Meekly, I followed behind the young black woman carrying all her things, and breathing her perfumed tail winds as we reached the front desk. The of...