The following story has been written as a reader request, this is a fictionalized telling of true events. This is a multi-part story and is nearing its end. My thanks go to my friend Fabio for the inspiration. This story is the fourth reader request I have done. If you enjoy it, feel free to contact me with a story idea, and maybe I can write something from...
Igwe Orizu is distracted by staffing problems in his company. (Slow start). *********** Joseph Okuru sat nervously across from Igwe Orizu as his boss perused the folders he had presented to him. Joseph worked in the personnel department of Orizu Building. One of many companies that Igwe owned. It was a very busy department. Four hundred Africans worked for...
This is the tenth chapter in the saga of Chris and Chloe Weber. While the story can be read separately, I suggest you read the earlier chapters to understand the full context of what is happening here. It would also help to read "No Greater Love," as this is a follow-up and takes place about 4 years after the events in that story. For those not familiar with...
"I love my Black men, and I happen to know there's more to the whole lot of you than the macho bullshit, lots more, that's why I do this," Mistress Africa said patiently to her new sub Raymond as she applied lubricant all over her strap-on dildo. The six-foot-tall, curvy, brown-skinned and curly-haired biracial young woman smiled with complete and utter sati...
"Ma'am, are you alright?" came a voice, and I stared at the two uniformed men who stood a few meters from me, wondering why they felt the need to shine their flashlights in my face. I looked at them through dazed eyes, and smiled through bloodied lips. Oh, not my blood, I assure you. I fed on a vagrant earlier, and discarded him in a nearby dumpster. "Oh, I...
XLVIIIForeign ShoresBetty2038 "I don't see what's wrong with living in a squat," Betty insisted. "It's as good a way to live as any other." "It's squalid and unhygienic," Lakeisha countered. "Why do you live here then?" "You know why I do," said Lakeisha as she kissed Betty adoringly on the lips as they lay entangled on the mattress in their shared room....
Man, sometimes I think politics and taxes are the only things one can't escape in this life or any other. Being Immortal, I've already escaped Death. However, the tax man and local politics are coming after me. My name is Jacques Henri Acier. A six-foot-three, broad-shouldered and muscular Black man of Haitian descent currently living in the City of Toronto,...
Hello, brothers and sisters. How are you today? My name is Aamina Tilahun, and I'm a young Black woman of Ethiopian descent living in the City of Toronto, Province of Ontario. I was born in the town of Gondar in the Republic of Ethiopia, though my parents moved to Canada mere months after my birth. I'm as Canadian as maple syrup, as they say. As a six-foot-o...
In late 2017, the modern world reacted with horror upon discovering that African migrants trying to get to Europe by boat got kidnapped on the high seas and brought to the shores of Libya, where they were sold off as slaves to the highest bidder. When the news hit CNN, RDI and other major news outlets, a lot of people were shocked, but Alia Sammad, a woman i...
Chapter 29 Three days later the boarded the Easton Comet. They found out the first night on board that, a Guy Reynolds and his wife Molly had taken the other suite. David and Susan liked them from the moment they were introduced, Guy was in his early thirties and Molly a few years younger. They had been in Bengal hunting Tigers, but prior to that they ha...