Interracial Stories

Living proudly as Spider-Man, Peter Parker has it made. A true hero, he takes great care of all he holds dear. But his young protege Miles longs to step out of his shadow and find his own way.

Marinette has an important date with her boyfriend Adrien. However he has more pressing matters to attend to with training the lovely ladies of the superhero world.

This sprawling epic, titled The Eternal Dungeon Master, immerses readers in a labyrinthine world of intricate character developments, where every individual—be it the enigmatic patriarch Bob or the diverse women who orbit his life—evolves through layers of psychological depth, emotional revelation, and transformative growth.

Fucking with Kipling. Just So.

With magic gone from the multiverse and everything back to normal, Jackie Lynn Thomas still can't forget about Marco Diaz. She decides to seduce Star and turn her to the lesbian side.

At a glittering yokai gala built on money and pretense, Jason Nishi arrives with one quiet purpose: her. One dance rekindles everything they tried to bury... and a single step into the shadows threatens to turn longing into something far more dangerous.

Silendiel, prim and proper noblewoman of Silvermoon City, has found herself forced to move into the recently night elven embassy. Cryptic warnings of danger on the horizon from the ambassador and priestess keep her there, with her beloved, towering, massively endowed sentinel, Neryn, where they begin to strain against life among the other kaldorei. Soon, however, the past rears its ugly head. Silendiel must come to terms with her love, and against the consequences of her own past misdeeds.

This story starts exactly one and a half years after the end of Twisted Tales, where Aron Shamar is broken down from an alpha male to a sissy faggot and is married to ebony trans woman Mistress Lola. This also tell about Aron's mom and her back story, in detail.

I had discovered early on my attraction to the forbidden. That time at the movies, when the darkness allowed me to masturbate until I came in the almost empty theater. That other time, in the mall restrooms, when a man in his forties had guided me to his throat and given me a deep blowjob that left me trembling for hours. But he wasn't very big, and I had heard the rumors, the stereotypes, the legends circulating in online forums and among neighborhood gossip: Black men have enormous, thick, lon