While growing up in the Chicago projects, life was way too full of fear for me. I was robbed and bullied daily, called every name you can imagine because I happen to be nice and a pretty smart young man. As I got older I became a lover of classical music and the Opera is where I live these days. I was surrounded by poor Black people, but I was by no means th...
Hello, there. My name is Steve Vincent. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. A college graduate, hardworking professional and homeowner who finds himself dissatisfied with his world. Sometimes, I wonder why Black people in America, especially the South, can't seem to make any progress. I knew the an...
Following Valerie's recent humiliation and abuse at Joel's pay cam site she gently touched her body all over wishing the red weal's would soon pass. They were still sowing proud all over her body as she lay there naked on the bed; she noted the ones going across both nipples and along her cunt and curling up to her clit seemed to show much more, proving thos...
(Continuation of Chapter 1—reading it is recommended) Val is now owned by Blacks, and offered on the net for fucking. Well, it had happened that people had seen my wife naked, as I wished, but my God, much more. She was now Black-owned. She had been fucked in all holes by eighteen guys so far, and for God's sake, many more to come. I was incredibly torn....
My name is Arthur Brown. A tall, good-looking young Black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. And I have an important message to share with you. In celebration of the race created to kick the collective ass of the universe, I give you the African-American National Anthem. We’re living in the best of times right now. The rest of America suffers b...
Andre West fidgeted in his car seat. "OK," he whispered into his watch, like it was a spy gadget from a James Bond movie, "the time is 17:30 hours and I've been surveilling the unknown address for two hours with no sign of any movement other than the mailman leaving a package." Did it matter that he didn't have a smart watch recording him, that his watch was...
My apologies to all my readersfor the delay in posting chapter three. Life tends to get in the way I awoke from a very deep sleep. Marge had a new spring in her step and she was making our morning coffee while whistling a little tune. "Good morning honey!" she smiled, as she poured the coffee into two cups and brought them over. She handed me one then...
It was one of those improbable occurrences that have a way of suddenly altering your life; something that you would look back on ten years later and wonder about the odds of it ever happening. My wife Annabelle was taking advantage of one of my rare long business trips to visit her family in Denver. I'd spent the last week flying from city to city to visit...
In times of war, men and women are called upon to do terrible things. War is useless, wasteful and devastating. Yet it's a constant part of human existence. Often it's a large scale conflict involving powerful nations. Other times, it can be a war between households, businesses, neighbors, friends and family members. War cannot be avoided. I think it's part...
I'm not sure why I went to Club 216 that night. I'd joined months before but had gone only rarely. Joining put me on their e-mail list, though, and I kept seeing announcements go by of their semiannual beauty contest. It didn't pay much attention to it—or at least I didn't think I had—but that Saturday night found me there, just a couple of table rows away f...