My name is Arthur Brown. A tall, good-looking young Black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. And I have an important message to share with you. In celebration of the race created to kick the collective ass of the universe, I give you the African-American National Anthem. We’re living in the best of times right now. The rest of America suffers b...
Abel Kalitz considered his new appointment a distinctive honor. As the first Ambassador of the Federation of West Asia to the Dekerin Domains, he hoped to get the tall, hairless, orange-skinned humanoid extraterrestrials to establish permanent diplomatic ties with his country, one of 12 nations still in existence on Earth. The FWA already had 2 lunar colonie...
THIS IS A CREATIVE WORK OF FICTION They call it the Most Nobel Royal Order of the Blue Garter. The story begins with the Countess of Salisbury, also known as the Fair Maid of Kent. (Historians argue over the identity of the woman.) The lady dropped her garter at a Court Ball in 1349 when dancing with King Edward III. Tradition says that to cover the la...
Ha ha ha...yeah you're one crazy mother fucking bitch, she told herself with a smile...she had just mailed her spread eagled cunt half way round the world to France to be exact...heh heh you couldn't do that type of hocus pocus shit twenty years ago with ease, she thought. The world was changed, but there was so many amazing things to get out of it...so, in...
Jeff Malville awoke slowly, moaning softly. He almost forgot where he was in that moment where sleep and being awake clashed. However, after that split second, it all came rushing back and he moaned in delight. He was a captive on the Double D Ranch, and even though he was considered an employee, the only thing that he'd come to be good for was a sex slave...
My name is Rakhor and although I have the appearance of a tall, good-looking black man in his early twenties, I am actually much more than that. I am the God of Balance, Justice and Travels. A Trickster who acts as a force of balance on a cosmic scale. When I look at the world these days, I find myself disgusted. Seriously. Women are getting out of control a...
Chapter Twenty Two When I woke it seemed only seconds had passed, but I found myself in my room surrounded by my three lovers. "Is it too much to hope that was just the worst nightmare I've ever had?" They were a storm of emotions. Pierre was worried, but I could tell more for me than the situation, and he was wary of his brother. Julian was his usual pet...
In the year 1221 A.D. the Kingdom of Spain, also known as Al-Andalus, is under Moorish rule, as the Spaniards called the Arabs who rule the Kingdom of Spain and much of the Iberian Peninsula. Omar Hafiz, the tall, dark and handsome son of an Arabian sheikh and Somali princess accompanied his cousin, Arabian prince Khaled Hafiz, from East Africa to the vastne...
The looks on people's faces when they see me walking around with my boyfriend always amuse me. Apparently, there's some unwritten rule out there that Arab girls aren't supposed to date Black men. Sorry, I wasn't around when that rule got coined, so I don't feel the need to adhere to it. The name is Genevieve Abdullah, and I'm a young woman of Lebanese descen...
"I can't believe you won!" Lisa exclaimed to Alan. "Neither can I. I bought the raffle ticket just because those kids were fundraising and I had an extra $5 in my pocket. I never win these things. You do, but I don't." Alan responded. It had been a surreal holiday night. They had received a phone call from someone they hadn't recognized on the caller ID,...