Right now, all kinds of wonderful things are happening in our parlor. My name is Samuel Xavier, and I'll be your host for the sensual debaucheries of this evening. Who am I? Just a big and tall Black man of Haitian descent in my late twenties who gets off on all things of a sexual nature. Tonight, I have a special show for you. It's called playing with taboo...
Prologue: It is late afternoon in Hastinapur, the ancient capital of Hindu India. Historically, it is 1000 bc and will later come to be known as the time of the Mahabharata. The 'dasis', i.e. slave women in the sprawling quarters of the royal slave harem are getting ready for the evening. Their Owners, the princes of Hastinapur which includes king Duryodha...
Life can be a bitch. Just when you think you're getting ahead in the world, you get demoted into a dead-end job and the days just blend together. I needed something exciting, and when browsing the internet, I found it. A mixed nude fighting club in my area was accepting new members. The set-up seemed simple enough. A male and female would each show up with $...
Chapter 3 Getting to Grips with the Role On the Monday, I got up and prepared breakfast for us. Anne was in a mood, morning never were her forte, she was an evening girl so she grabbed a quick slice of toast as she rushed out the door. She was late and blamed me for forgetting to set the alarm, even though the bloody thing was on her side of the bed! So it...
Elise was a beautiful young woman. Her flawless skin, green eyes, jet black hair and full lips made it difficult for an observer to look beyond this exotic combination to her beautifully formed body with its full breasts and tiny waist which widened out to generous hips and tapered down to long slim legs. It was as if the Gods had outdone themselves in this...
With increasing excitement, fear and arousal, I opened the door. The first thing I noticed when I entered the room was that Jane wasn't alone. There was this tall blonde woman in her late twenties, fiddling with a camera apparatus on my desktop PC. I could only see her back. She was near my desk. which was cleared of all my stationery. I could see that they...
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...
Authors note: Although the title might suggest otherwise, all characters in this story are at least 18 years old. The title is derived from the event on which the story concentrates in the Chapters 1 and 2. 'Teen' meaning here being of the age of 18 and 19. ------------ Saturday night. My boyfriend and I were going to a pub. But even before I had dressed...
"Maybe we need to set some ground rules," you said as we pulled into the driveway of your house. I paused for a moment, and then nodded. "Absolutely," I agreed, but with some reluctance. "What did you have in mind?" "No fucking," you said looking me straight in the eye. "No matter how horny we get and how much we want to fuck each other, there will be no...
My name is Kali and I'm a genetic anomaly, what you would consider to be a mutant. We don't like to be called mutants. We find that term offensive. To us, it's like calling a woman a bitch, addressing a black person by the term nigger or calling a gay person by the term fag. There are lots of others like me out there. Ordinary men and women whom Fate chose t...