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My name is Stefan Maguire Brown and I’m not just a six-foot-two, lean and muscular, handsome black man. I’m also a dam good doctor. Everyday, I try my best to heal the men and women who come before me. It’s not an easy job. Especially since this is 1967 and I’m the first African-American doctor …

This is a story about this one guy playing video games~ sitting on his soft red leather couch in just his boxers~ while his gorgeous lover walks out of the bathroom, fresh from the shower Attempting to escape from many of his opponents, he doesn’t glance from the screen or think twice until she says, …

My name is Amy Taulard. A sexy plump chick who loves to have fun. Standing five-foot-five, large-breasted, thick-bodied, wide-hipped and parading around the kind of fine, plump ass that some consider to be rare on a white chick. I’m basically a sex freak and I will do anything to get some. This is the story …

Author’s Note: One glance at my submitted stories reveals a recurring theme: women having and enjoying anal sex. If I was burdened with the rigors of creativity, this story would be different. But I’m not, so it aint. Since you’re in the anal section, I’m hoping you like this latest of my “girl meets guy, …

Sometimes, I just got to get myself some solace. A respite from life’s problems, you know? I was walking around the fields, being an unemployed farmer whose farm got taken in by some big industrial complex. Just a tall, heavyset Black man living in rural Georgia, circa 1970. My name is Jack Bradford. I was …

Sitting on the floor, nestled between his strong legs, she can’t help but smile as his long fingers toy with her hair pulled back into a loose bun. Blue eyes try to focus on the stupid video game going on before her being played by two of his three roommates but she can’t get into …

Mornings are for usas I feel your handreach across to caress my hipYour breath warm on my neckurging me to slide closeras my skin meets your lipsIn my half-awake stateI comply and nestle intoyour form we become spoonsThis time of year it’s still darkUsing just our hands and mouthSoft light guiding us from the moonA …

The eternal love poem – from a wild man and his trans wife. All persons are over 16. This is fictional but the events are inspired by the stories but not connected to them. From him I love it when you danceNipples erect and puckered to meet meOn your golden tanned chestThe outline of your ribbs when …

Her green eyesCurve of full breastsPlaying with her drinkOn the huntFor just the oneHe sees his Ankara Rus Escort oneDripping of allureSitting next to hisDrinks flowedHer scent powerfulThe danceHeld tightPressed inYour hardnessHer moansHer hand on youZipper downYou grow hardStrokingFasterYou moanAs your seed flowsWords heardCum BabyCumAs beforeSiren inhalesDeep OceanSiren conquestOne more

“Won’t you at least let Charlie apply to the university near me?” said our long-time dear family friend, Rebecca Romano, pleading with my parents way back in the year 1967. The Vietnam War was raging then and, unfair though it was, during that war college students could usually defer getting drafted. I was 18 then, …