Sitting inside the Carleton University Library, staring at her image on the screen, he felt himself moved beyond words. All semester long he had been prowling the bars, clubs, chat rooms and shopping centers of the metropolis for the right gal. Black women, White women, Hispanic women, he'd been with them all. Hell, he'd even been with a guy or two. Sex held...
Emily decided to share her story with her man, but managed to do it without exploiting the last weekend she spent with Alexis. He truly needed to know so he would not be completely startled on arrival. Emily knew that many men fantasize over such encounters but when it comes down to it, they really do not want to let it out of the fantasy bag. As comfortable...
It wasn't but a few minutes of listening to the steadiness of your breath that I found myself falling into a deep sleep. I had never been so at ease, so comfortable with another. Yet with you I simply let myself go, felt I could just be me. The night gave way to early morning and our bodies moved, rolling around the bed. I woke while there was only a faint...
I studied her legs. We were desperately in love, and I strove to learn every inch of her body, so that I could make love to it; so that I could know her. On our very first date, I had told her I would caress her entire body, inside and out forever. After only five minutes, after entering her home I looked Rachel straight in the eyes and said, "up until n...
She followed the chain into the room, her green eyes straining to see through the blindfold over her eyes. The scent of grapes caressed her nose, letting her know that He had candles burning nearby. She thought of Him and smiled slightly, though the fear in her made it difficult. She imagined him holding the end of the chain that was attatched to her collar,...
Posie was psyched up for Halloween, and as usual, had purchased her costume almost a month in advance. It was a long, black velvet dress with red, lacy trim and a split up the side that went just past her knee. She'd picked out the perfect accessories. Black heels, fishnet stockings, long, black gloves, and a red and black mask with gold sequins. The mask...
A note to the reader. In the first chapter of "Comfort the Widow," Anisé and I met in Seattle at a business conference. The next thing you know we're driving her mint condition 1956 Cadillac Coupe de Ville to dinner (and then her place), and horsing around. She unzipped my pants and liberated my cock, casually stroking it. I put my arm around her and dipped...
Being sexually attracted to hairy women ineluctably has homoerotic overtones. In the unconscious, internalized iconography of our culture, body hair is a masculine trait, not a feminine one. A hirsute woman is, in effect, a masculinized woman. One of the most intriguing and original psychoanalytic treatises to appear in the past 20 years is Female Perversi...
Wanda Philogene here. I'm a young black woman of Haitian descent living in the City of Brockton, Massachusetts. Recently, I divorced my African-American husband Roger Stephens and hooked up with Sean Prescott, a tall, handsome white guy whom I met at the local hospital where I work as a nurse. Sean and I are lovers, and let me tell you, this white dude can d...
Day 5 After what happened in Ms Marshall's detention yesterday, the only thing I could think of all day was what she would make me do next. It was the end of the week, Friday afternoon at last. While everyone else was going to race home when the bell rang, I only had one destination. Knock knock. "Come in." I entered the room. Ms Marshall was standing by...