My name is Blake Derrick. Who am I? Just a tall, good-looking Black man living in Detroit. My main occupation these days is having some fun. I was in my third year of college when I won a major settlement due to a lawsuit. Let's just say that some racist white woman treated me and my buddies quite badly on our college campus. Why did she act that way? Well,...
The Kappas and the Delts had been bitter enemies at the state university for more than 50 years. It was a rivalry that spanned generations, passed on from mother to daughter and from father to son. All of the Greek societies on the campus were engaged in a fund-raising drive to benefit Mississippi flood relief victims. Such charity drives had proven to be...
When she awoke that morning, there He was – as close and as real as the sun shining in the bedroom window – penetrating every thought. She got up – reluctantly… made the bed with a new handmade cotton quilt – ivory with a beautiful garden of circles filled with purple violets, blue morning glories, and yellow roses. She reached across to the corner chair, fo...
This story will contain many elements that reasonable people should find offensive. Lucky we're all mature adults (although most of you probably aren't very mature) who understand that this is fantasy not reality, and no one is being hurt, other than my fingertips and the general moral balance of the universe. I'd love to hear any suggestions or ideas, part...
Scented aromas drift through the thick air as the GHL drifts from the comfort of the evening fire to the chill of the open shower. The warm water is asked to express itself by the GHL as she turns the water from a place of chilly air to a stream of steamy desire. The slow flickering light of the candles in gulfed in mist as the warmth of the flow mixes with...
Lying next to the fire I am enraptured by the flames. The way they dance against the green marble, reminding me of lovers embracing as they waltz. My mind wanders, thinking back to such embraces, and longing for them once again. Letting my eyes flutter closed, I rest my head against my arm, my body curled slightly on the white fur rug beneath me. As the soft...
Elwan sensed that he neared the witch's lair, he could feel the hair on his arms crawl against his skin. The deathly quite this deep in the forest made the beating of his heart deafening in his ears. The trees stood towering above him like solemn giants, their branches wove together to form a dense ceiling high above allowing very little light to reach the...
My name is Samira Klahlesh-Habari. I'm a six-foot-tall, good-looking young Black woman living in the city of Nubia. The year is 2412 A.D. of the old calendar and it's year 401 of the Nubian Calendar. I'm a citizen of the Pan-African Imperium, in what was once called the North American Division. What is the Pan-African Imperium? The greatest civilization in h...
Cherry-Ripe Toes Copyright © 2014 Kings Woman Something for me (and the BFFs - my women fans). There cherries grow which none may buyTill "Cherry-ripe" themselves do cry. (From Cherry-Ripe by Thomas Campion) * * * * * Click Here to listen: .mp3 format or .ogg format. (10.5 min/mp3) * * * * * "Will you paint my toe-nails?" I ask. You lift your hea...
Eyes glanced up from the poolside as the pair passed by the palm trees leading away from the hotel. Those in the pool shielded their eyes from the sun, already far into the west, it's rays beating down on the clear water, as the two figures strutted toward vacant sunbeds. Though seemingly oblivious, their gait invited stares. Long elegant legs, graceful stri...