My name is James Nazarene. I'm a tall young black man living in the city of Boston. I moved to America from the Republic of Haiti a few years ago. Recently, I graduated from Northeastern University with a bachelor's degree in criminal justice. Someday soon, I'm going to be a police officer. I've already gotten accepted into the Boston Police Academy. I know...
PART FOUR - BODRUM - 2 - After the grand international museums that Gabe and Saphy's mysteries had taken them to in London and Paris, the Halicarnassus Mausoleum Museum seemed inordinately small. In reality it was just a few rooms with what little statuary could be salvaged from the rubble outside and had not been taken away to somewhere like London's Brit...
Tommy had never done well in school. It wasn't a lack of brains or a surplus of attitudes. Not at first. It was the opposite. Tommy was too smart for his teachers, his angry parents and almost every kid his own age. When he found a smart kid like himself in school, he clung to them regardless of what they were into. Even if it was stealing cigarettes he'd ne...
Hi! Another story! Yay! This one is a little softer, in the same vein as The Girl Inside. If you're looking for hard fuckin', this might not be for you. Definitely for folks who focus more on the crossdressing aspect and bois kissing bois. This is told in the 2nd Person too, and assumes you are a boy at the start. Just a heads up! Anyways, please enjoy a bri...
Author's Note: This story assumes that you are familiar with Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and more peripherally, the characters of Lestat and Louis from the Anne Rice "Vampire" series. I have tried my best to give general background and relationships between characters, but of course, as with all fan fiction, I do rely on your previous knowledge of the basic pr...
The petite naked figure pulled the nun's habit over her red-scrubbed flesh, shrugging her narrow shoulders to accommodate the starched coarse black fabric. She cocked her head to let the stiff outer layer open, allowing her short straw colored hair to emerge as though she were being reborn into this austere life every morning. Rummaging through the top dra...
Metellus publius was scared. He felt shame at such a feeling, very unseemly for a Roman patrician and Senator. But he had learnt many years ago that such fear while unbecoming, was not uncommon. During the treason trials of Julius and Augustus Cesear, everyone had realised that the only thing a Roman had to fear in the world were other Romans. Metellus lef...
This story inspired by the writings of MonikerSmith and XXXecil Chapter 9 -- Full Cream Milk Lilith had just finished putting her beloved shoes back onto her rack, and was straightening her bed sheets. Her mind wondered as the bed reminded her of the thorough fucking she had received earlier. She had to admit her master sigh... her man; he might be an ag...
"Ishmael, if you ever come back here, I swear I will kill you," said my sister, Hawa Dubuisson. She uttered those words after siding with her lover, Mikhail Mulenge, against our Family and against me. This was a hostile takeover and we both knew it. Classic behavior among our blood, to be sure... With my father, Faisal Dubuisson dead and buried, our clan wa...
My name is Samuel Xavier. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Ottawa, Canada. I'm twenty four years old, and hold a degree in Criminal Justice from the University of Massachusetts in Boston. I miss my old hometown of Brockton, Massachusetts. It's the most diverse town in the world. A place where African-Americans, Asians,...