As Salam Alaikum, dear reader. The name is Aziz Kalenzaga, and I'm a young black Muslim man of Burkinabe descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm studying mathematics at Carleton University. I was born in Burkina Faso and raised in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. These days, I'm a U.S. citizen via naturalization. I came to Canada to study for a...
I lie beside him in a large bed. I am dressed in something lacy, gauzy, expensive thing that he picked from my closet. He is nude, his young body firm and lightly muscled, still moist from our earlier exertions. I love his smell at these times. I, also am moist and I clasp a washcloth between my legs. It was warm when he brought it to me but it cools now...
Ten more Smokey lebbis, coming at'cha, my friends. There were eleven in the first portion, and there is a reason for that; it's not some weird homage to Spinal Tap or anything. The idea's just to keep the girls together who are featured in the same Sagas. I.e., Cass and Victoria (#10 and #11) were both in the same story together—and were in fact lovers—so I...
Julie sat behind her desk mulling over the photographs she'd received in the mail that day. She needed four contestants, each with a different hair color but choosing them became difficult for all were so beautiful. Finally, after narrowing down the entries by color, she made her decision according to the woman's first name. On her notepad, she scribbled the...
I'm special effect make up artist working in the film industry here in LA. I move around in the world of the artists and craftspeople that pepper the city, going to underground parties and warehouse raves, and basically acting too young for a man in his late thirties. A friend recommended me to a party promoter who was looking for a make-up artist. He neede...
Samuel Xavier here. A big and tall, openly bisexual Black male college graduate and urban fiction writer living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I've lived in America for almost a decade, having moved here from the Republic of Haiti in the early 2000s. My history with America has been one of love and hate. A very complicated history. And that's what t...
This story, and all my stories, contain fictionalized characters from memories of my life. A little about me. As i write this I am a sixty + year old, still sexually active, Black, bi, woman. When this adventure started I was a 35 year old straight business consultant. When 35, I was at about 125 pounds, today 140. I am still 5 foot 7 inches tall. I was, I...
Surrounded by angry rednecks irked at the fact that I danced with a white woman in a saloon, it occurred to me that Galveston, Texas, is definitely no place for a Black man. Lesson learned, folks. Stay away from blonde-haired white chicks with British accents while in the Midwest unless I'm armed. Cool. I'll remember for next time. Now the question is, will...
When Sophia, my girl, asked me to join the choral group she belonged to, I immediately said no. No way was I going to join some group and get up to sing in front of people. But she made me an offer I couldn't refuse. No group! No sex! Well, men have done much worst for the love of pussy. So off we went that Thursday to practice. When Sophia introduced me to...
My name is Elisabeth Madsen. A five-foot-ten, slim and pretty, short-haired and green-eyed Australian woman of English descent living in the city of Toronto, Province of Ontario. As of today, I am forty two years old. These days I teach business administration at the University of Toronto, where I met my significant other Joanne Gustav. A six-foot-tall, allu...