Author: hacksawturtle

Ahh the “Good old days” as they were called, when times were simpler, “lit” didn’t exist and it was A OK to disrespect black people! How great right? Wrong obviously.

So what happens when a time traveller who miraculously happens to be black goes back in time to have some fun and teach some women a lesson in black beauty?

Well that’s the prompt today! Black man goes back to racist times and show some white women the meaning behind “once you go black, you can’t go back.” Going to a college and showing some youthful and mature adults why the whitemem in their lives just won’t cut it for them anymore. Maybe there’s already someone obsessed with black men in these times and is actively trying to get in our brown skinned protagonists pants.

Maybe they’re nerdy? Geeky? Quiet library type Goth? You choose, but this will involve and plethora of women so we can go through all of these eventually.

There is bound to be some non-con in here so fair warning unless you don’t want that. This is meant to be at least some bit fun, but obviously I understand that this is a heavy topic to play around with and I’d like if you do go into “roleplay racist mode” please don’t go too far. Read more »

The family is all here for Christmas or some kind of get-together… only problem is that our aunt caught you giving me head in your room… and wants to join in. Oh boy…

I’m pretty sure that opening line speaks for itself in that, our family had be brought together for whatever reason, but now you, my sister and my aunt want me to get our other female relatives involved whether they want to or not.

They’ll enjoy it in the end right? Some of their husbands look too preoccupied with sports and beer to notice their wives have unresolved urges. That’s where I come in, to provide the relief they so desperately desire. Maybe even some cousins of ours can get involved too who knows.

Sneaking off while everyone’s chatting or maybe dragging someone away to show them what they’ve been missing out on. Maybe someone’s preparing a dish for dinner and all of a sudden feels she’s being filled by a very warm rod against her will.

All of this. The risk and deep desire for lust and some action in the sheets. Let’s make this a reunion to remember shall we?

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Men. Not everyone likes ’em but hey they’ve got that thing between their thighs which quite a **majority** of people enjoy to use. In this case women.

But what happens when men are in limited amounts across the globe, the chances of seeing a man being so slim someone women only ever see or hear of them in books, T.V., stories etc. Women going their entire lives without ever meeting a male.

One small town in particular being made up of a 100% female population. Generations upon generations without ever having seen a man, at least not in person. Some retelling tales of how they’ve met the mystifying sēx in their younger days, these being obvious lies. Lies that worked to coax the impressionable youth into thinking of them as some kind of otherworldly being.

Well this town was about to be introduced to a new resident. The evening was one like no other, the town had welcomed and parted ways with various women. What was different was the figure who came out of the granite grey Delorean was not a woman. A slim figure outstretched their long dark blue denim covered legs out from the wing like doors of the car, followed by a lengthy arm and black hoodie covered body, skin as dark and brown as a Hershey’s chocolate kiss, a jawline sharp enough to cut diamonds and eyes as piercing as a needle through wool. Read more »

I was a some tall skinny dude from Africa and you were a country girl who could barely use a computer. Both of us in college and getting ready for the World. But through some circumstance we met. And we hated eachother.

Trying to get us to be friends was like trying to have crows and owls befriend one another. It was impossible. I was a shy geek and you were an outgoing party girl who was kind of decent in school.

You barged into the library drunk in the evening and wrecked the place while I watched in horror. I confronted you and all you did was walk away without a care, but the cameras would definitely have you done in by security.

That’s what I thought until you showed me a picture of the security guards wrapped around that **cøck** between your legs. This was unacceptable and I wasn’t going to have it. This was how you were passing your classes, you probably had some of your professors under that spell of yours. Read more »

Life goes on with the roles reversed now: men work and provide at home while women are the out being the bread winners. Only this time women were allowed to take advantage of any man or woman they please.

You and most of the female population had one of these magnificent appendages. But unlike your fellow f.u.t.a, you were on the smaller size. Smaller than what’s typically expected and this lead to you not being successful in most relationships, man or woman leading to an inferiority complex.

But that changed when one day you noticed your neighbor caught a glimpse of you naked from their window, which embarrassed you beyond belief, but unlike all the others who’d ever seen you. He smiled. And flashed his own back at you, but what you saw wasn’t some pint sized prick, but an arm length log bigger than what you had going for you.

And from that moment you thought to yourself that not only did you want that log. You needed it, didn’t matter where it went, you just. **Needed. It.**

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Seems like a simple prompt, neighbors see eachother naked and you can’t help but introduce yourself to him. Read more »

Men. Not everyone likes ’em but hey they’ve got that thing between their thighs which quite a **majority** of people enjoy to use. In this case women.

But what happens when men are in limited amounts across the globe, the chances of seeing a man being so slim someone women only ever see or hear of them in books, T.V., stories etc. Women going their entire lives without ever meeting a male.

One small town in particular being made up of a 100% female population. Generations upon generations without ever having seen a man, at least not in person. Some retelling tales of how they’ve met the mystifying sēx in their younger days, these being obvious lies. Lies that worked to coax the impressionable youth into thinking of them as some kind of otherworldly being.

Well this town was about to be introduced to a new resident. The evening was one like no other, the town had welcomed and parted ways with various women. What was different was the figure who came out of the granite grey Delorean was not a woman. A slim figure outstretched their long dark blue denim covered legs out from the wing like doors of the car, followed by a lengthy arm and black hoodie covered body, skin as dark and brown as a Hershey’s chocolate kiss, a jawline sharp enough to cut diamonds and eyes as piercing as a needle through wool. Read more »