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The Superior Man

by Samuelx on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

Greetings, kind folks. How are you doing today? My name is Sylvester Fordman. I'm a student at Boston Metropolitan Institute of Technology, one of the best private colleges in the nation. College life is fun these days. Well, if you're lucky enough to have found the right college or university. For me, the right college has to have an even number of men and...

Going Home Ch. 03

by SusanJillParker on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

Please give me the support of your vote. * Ginny takes Jerry home to Boston Suddenly lost in thinking about Boston in the way that Jerry was obviously lost in living in Detroit, Ginny's mind was filled with tall buildings, historic sights, and meeting lots of new people. "Maybe there's more opportunity in Boston for a woman like me, a real hard worker, t...

Netsex with a Twist

by YDB95 on Aug 31, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Late spring 1994 -- Cobain was dead, Clinton was president, and Becky's ritzy New England college was still a few years away from installing computers in all the dorm rooms. That last point was rather frustrating to Becky when the library closed down that Saturday evening in May and she had to return to her room, for she was in the mood for some fun. Private...

Black On Black Pegging: Rebirth

by Samuelx on Sep 11, 2017
Fetish

My parents did a damn fine job brainwashing me. Seriously. A lot of people say that but I actually mean it. With every fiber of my being. My name is Amanda Joseph Saint-Cyr. I was born and raised in the City of Calgary, Province of Alberta. My father Luc Saint-Cyr is French Canadian and my mother Bella Joseph is of Haitian descent, having moved to the Provin...

A Dark Hobby

by Samuelx on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

The name is Stephen Channing. At first glance, I seem like your everyday average guy. I stand six feet two inches tall, lean, with dark brown skin and pale amber eyes. A proud son of Mother Africa and the British Fatherland, that's me. My father Luther Channing was an Englishman, my mother Edwina Franklin was African-American. They met in Boston during the s...

First Estate

by blackrandl1958 on Mar 5, 2018
Sci-Fi & Fantasy

After a long dispute with my publisher, which resulted in my having to take down my stories, I changed agents and found a new publisher. As a result, I am now free to post my stories on Literotica again. I must thank my editing team. Harddaysknight is my mentor and gives me critical advice. SBrooks103x also reads for me. My editors are Papakilo14, Hal, Oldd...

Men at Work

by Samuelx on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

My name is Joseph McDonald. I'm a tall, good-looking, forty-something black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. What is my occupation? Let's see. I'm the General Chancellor of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts University, also affectionately known as CMU by students and faculty alike. What makes CMU so damn special? It's only the biggest private...

A Black Woman's Love Is A Prize

by Samuelx on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

Every man who has ever lived has that one woman he simply cannot forget. For me, that woman is Monique Etienne. The woman I simply cannot get enough of. A five-foot-eleven, curvy and brown-skinned young woman of Haitian descent. She's got long, neatly braided hair and the most amazing light brown eyes. Oh, man. Silly me, I almost forgot to mention her volupt...

Of Black Men And Super Powers

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
NonHuman

Sometimes, I hate my life. Seriously. My name is Stephen L'Atelier. I was born in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec, on the seventh day of February 1989. My father, Jeremie L'Atelier is White, of French-Canadian descent. My mother, Annette Jean-Francois, is Black, of Haitian descent. She moved to Canada from the City of Cap-Haitien in Northern Haiti t...

Meet The Haitian Goddess

by Samuelx on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

The sun rose over the town of Quartier Morin, about thirty miles from the major City of Cap-Haitien in North Haiti. It found Sebastien Renard in bed, sulking. The big and tall young Black man stirred restlessly. Another sleepless night. For the thousandth time he wondered what could have possessed his father, Boston Police sergeant Ernest Renard had left him...