I was three hundred miles from home heading south on the I-81 when the red light comes on. I was heading to Philadelphia for a job interview with a large marketing firm. The pharmaceutical company he worked for had transferred my husband to Philadelphia so I had to find a job there to be with him. We had been married for less than a year so neither of us w...
My pretty wife, Valerie, is a 35 year old, tall, shapely, strawberry blond with large, full breasts, and long legs. She's a sexy fun loving gal and we had often talked about doing something sexually adventurous like a swing club or something, but it was always that, just talk... One day I invited Tyrone, the bass player in the band, to chill in our hot tub...
Note: all characters 18 years of age or older. ---- I was literally opening the door when I heard Marty's voice booming behind me. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. No freaking way." I spun around quickly and batted my eyelashes. "What's wrong?" I asked innocently. "Are you kidding me?" he asked. "There is no way in hell that I'm letting you go to school dressed like...
Note: All characters are 18+ years old. Further Note: This is fiction, not journalism - if stereotypes/caricatures offend, look elsewhere. ***** My eyes opened slowly. I didn't know where I was, but could feel a faint smile on my lips. Everything was perfectly peaceful, harmonious. It felt like I'd been asleep for a hundred years. Then, I noticed that I...
My name is Heather Winston. Tonight, I'm making my lover Tyrone Wood's dreams come true. He's a six-foot-tall, good-looking, dark-skinned young black man with a very peculiar special interest. Which is basically a nice way of saying that he's got a weird fetish. See for yourselves, folks. He's really into racially themed domination and submission. When he fi...
Monica Grayson stood impassively at the graveside as her husband's coffin was lowered into the earth. She betrayed none of the strange mixture of emotions she felt at that moment on her exquisite features. Her petite form was dwarfed by the men lowering the coffin, as well as by the figures of the members of the family clustered around her. In fact undern...
Cinnamon had sat between Jerome and Willis on the ride to the club and she had enjoyed every minute. They made out the entire ride, as Jennifer sat in the front with Marvin. She heard Marvin tell Jennifer to let him keep his mind on driving so she knew that her friend’s hands must have been busy. She knew hers were, but not nearly as busy as the brother’s ha...
"Wass up, Wass up?" Katie heard the words before she noticed the tall, sexy, black man who said it. He was walking behind her towards the other side of the bar. Katie looked over in surprise. He had long dreds, a satin purple shirt on, and tight, tight jeans. Her eyes went straight for his package. When Katie finally raised her eyes, she met Marquis's big b...
As we advanced through Italy, our regiment always came across houses that had to be checked for enemy Soldiers. We camped out doors so anyone who was lucky enough to flush out homes was more that happy to go. We faced little resistance from a burnt out army. I was a squadron leader and I got to flush the homes out and take a couple fellow soldiers with me. M...
Consider Dr. Tyrone Sheridan, a Boston-born and McGill-trained therapist living and working in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. He's the author of In Defense Of Black Male Bisexuality, a controversial book which nevertheless spent eight weeks on the New York Times best-sellers list in 2018. The successful author, father of two and therapist has now turned his fo...