Many thanks to Jedbeaker for editing this story. In this story you'll find much more romance than in other Winterfrog stories. * It was the last Friday in June and I, Eric Robertson, had left my job for my four-week summer vacation. On the way home I picked-up my seven year old daughter, Amanda, at my wife's parents. They took care of her during her schoo...
It had taken me three weeks to get to the real reason I knew I had been sent to Rhodesia. But here I was, in the lobby of Salisbury's Meikles Hotel, waiting for Section Officer Gavin Coetzer to drive down from Morris Depot along The Avenues to take me out to Alister's farm. I surreptitiously as possible pulled at my long socks, still being self-conscious ab...
The Fall Semester was just ending and although it was mid-December, the Maryland weather was as unpredictable as always. Anything from a heavy snowfall to a balmy spring-like day was possible. Today was in fact a blustery day, and Laura was happy that she could wear a floppy sweater and grungy jeans. Laura had been feeling a bit bloated for the last couple w...
My name is Henderson Friedrich. A tall, good-looking young black man from South Africa. Born to African and German parents. My father Heinrich Friedrich is a German philosopher who taught at one of the major universities in South Africa. My mother Annabelle Joseph Friedrich was an African Grad student whom he dated and eventually married. Sadly, she's no lon...
Standing in front of Laban Bogale's grave, I sighed deeply. Born in the City of Bahir Dar, on the northern region of Ethiopia on November 8, 1694 of the Christian calendar, he died on the shores of Lake Awasa, in the Great Rift Valley of Ethiopia, on February 5, 1721. Beloved son, and a wonderful human being, that's what his tombstone read. Twenty seven year...
Probably need to state this is a total work of fiction. Any names or places are just pulled out of the air. That said I often wonder if something like this could have or maybe is happening. I'll leave that up to the reader to decide. Now on to the story So I'm sitting in a hospital room thinking back over the past two plus years and how this life changing...
In African communities, if a man happens to Bisexual, he should really keep it to himself. Lots of Black women have Black Gay male friends and support the Black Homosexual lifestyle, that's true. A word of caution, please. Now, those same Black women would have a fit if they found out that their boyfriends or husbands were Bisexual. Black female intolerance...
There she was cooking breakfast, humming to herself she had not heard me wake up. Tiptoeing behind her, I wrapped my arms around her waist. It made her jump a little but she leaned her head to the side and kissed my lips. "Mmmm.. What a good morning it is darling!" She finished saying, with a grin she continued cooking the pancakes. I smirked and responde...
Lilith Pinkerton sat inside the Bridgewater State College library, watching Adam Warsaw as he fought back tears. She'd only recently told him that she loved him. The short, blonde-haired and green-eyed South African woman bared her soul to the handsome young African-American scholar who stole her heart. Adam struggled to find the right words, and in the end...
This past summer, my boyfriend and I spent a few days in Southern Italy. We were in a café near Pompeii when I noticed this creepy guy staring at us for an uncomfortably long time. My boyfriend happens to be black. I am a fair-skinned blonde. I finally decided to go over and ask him if he had a problem with a white girl being in a relationship with a black g...