Kneeling before my gorgeous Haitian goddess Esther, I am at last where I was born to be. My name is Steve Voltaire and I am a young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I used to think the Black girls in my church were boring and dull, since most of them never put out, you know? Like most brothers, Christian or otherwise, I had...
The old woman's word stabbed him like an icicle, and Joel halted in his steps. He turned, facing her as she stood dismally at her window, and he hesitantly crossed her lawn, went up the squat steps. She opened the door for him, and he entered. Joel was met by the warmth coming from the fireplace. The man he had seen previously, obviously the woman's son, wa...
Dear Kit, This is the most difficult letter I’ve ever written. I only wish I had the strength to tell you what I am about to say in person, but I don’t have that kind of courage. That’s why this letter is wrapped around a video cassette. A picture is worth a thousand words. Before you put the cassette in your VCR, let me try to prepare you for what you ar...
Chapter 20 John looked at her radiant face that seemed to glow with the remnants of her orgasm. At times like this she just takes his breath away and he loves her even more. "Believe me Baby, right now there is nothing I would rather do than take you home and make slow, sweet love to you, but we promised a show. I will promise you that as soon as the show...
Chapter 01: Growing Copyright Oggbashan November 2004 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. This story was inspired by Piers Anthony's...
The wonderful thing about long lasting friendships is that they often create strange, but very interesting combinations of people. Meet Sarah, a warm and caring woman who's not afraid to love and love deeply. And Susan, a cold-looking woman who never lets anyone into her life, because it's just safer that way. And Rose, well-dressed, polished, seemingly...
“You didn’t shave your pussy,” Derek said, shaking his head. Lisa stood with her hospital “scrubs” around her knees, exposing her fire red mound of pussy hair to her black lover. They were in his living room. The windows were open and a warm breeze pushed it’s way in. Lisa had come from the hospital where she worked, expecting an amorous encounter. Instead s...
Special thanks to my editor and Sweet Inspiration blackrandl1958. NoraFares also gave me an insightful Beta read. Some who follow my comments may be a bit surprised by this one! I arrived home to find Sally sitting in our living room, and she didn't look happy to see me. "Hello, Sally," I said, going over to give her a kiss. She flinched away. It didn't...
All characters are over the age of eighteen. This is the story of feminization for love. It is not about femdom or submission. ***** We were comfortable with each other. We had been together five years, married for the last three. Our love was real, but not exciting. Yes, comfortable describes us well. We were both in our late twenties. Both of us soft a...
"Okay, Elle. You've been through this before but let me remind you. This button is the speed control, while this one is the depth control. Please don't change the depth until you get it started and make sure everything is working right. Okay?" The woman I was speaking to was one of the most magnificent creatures on this earth. She had an absolutely gorgeous...