Racial Stories

My name is Arun and I am a forty-five-year-old single bisexual male slut. I wasn’t always this way and my gradual transition to this state of mind has required a deeper understanding of my needs and desires. I can’t say there is one specific moment where I knew that I was a slut. Rather it’s been a gradual process of experiences, the projections of others and personal reflections. I was born and raised in the UK. My paren...

Today I am a pony girl, and will be ridden by Jenny. I don’t know Jenny that well and have only met her twice. She is my pal Liv’s girlfriend. Liv and I used to work together, and have been friends ever since, even though Liv got sacked for saying a colleague looked like a paedophile, because he did. I was annoyed with her about that. It’s not often one has genuine allies in the workplace and Liv was one of them. She is a...

I sat in the comfort of my home, reflecting on the turbulent aftermath of George Floyd's murder as well as the unending quarantine. The looting bothered me, but I understood the rage. I understood as well as any seventy-year-old white woman can. I've lived through social unrest before with civil rights and Vietnam War protests. These days for excitement I'm venturing out in my mask and gloves like a senile proctologist. S...

Even her dog was suspicious of the man trying get in. “I can’t let you in,” Brooke said, with a shrug and an apologetic smile. “Please, ma’am, this is my building,” said the man trying squeeze past her. “I’ve lived here for a month.” They were at the front door of the apartment building. He seemed like a nice guy—no menace in his eyes, no hint of thuggery in his clothes. But the rules were clear about people having their...

The social climate of the United States in the year 2017 was depressing to many citizens. Passions and resentment had begun to rise. Never since the 1960's had the countries’ ethnic feelings been on more public display. It seemed like the years of progress achieved by most citizens were fraying. Efforts were being made by many to reduce tensions, to get the country back on a course towards equality for all, but it was a h...

How I Became the Family Slut – Part 9I was in the small living room watching a movie on our huge, brand new TV set that my grandfather, Dick, had bought us. He had also got us the complete set of porn movies called the Antebellum Slave Plantation series. Man, let me tell you they are so hot and nasty, just full of incest and bondage and whites and blacks fucking each other, and all kinds of wicked sex! Me and Carmella lov...