Stories by D.Brown

She broke the silence. “Know what I think about? Up here? Looking down at millions of people?” “What?” “I think about how quiet it is here. I think about how open in tall is. We’re open to the whole world. Yet none of them can see us at all. Not of their shit effects us up here. It’s...

Super Star Judy, a white teen cutie once sang for the congregation. But after spiritual transformation she performs interracial fellation. A different kind of performing, but still heart warming. She’s switched from white girl singing, to black guy swinging. Super Star Judy, the...

The house, a modern style design with lots of expansive windows, was on the north side of the PV peninsula on the side of a steep hill with breathtaking views of the south bay beaches and a view that extended all the way to the San Gabriel Mountains and even he skyline of downtown Los Angeles...

Several days Professor Brown announced some changes in the class program. “I’ve never been a great fan of group assignments but sometimes they’re valuable and so I’m assigning partners and giving each two person group an issue to research and address. This will involve some research, most...

Nine months after the blizzard three children were born that altered the lives and futures two white families. Well, three families actually, three families if one includes the ****** formed by the two white newlyweds whose bride gave birth to their first born child that was...black...

“Hey Bro. Why the long face?” The black Black Studies professor greeted one of his young black students sitting alone at the counter of a the campus canteen, looking sad and forlorn. His student, clearly unhappy about something, looked up at him. “Oh hi Professor Brown. Nothing. Nothing...

Shy, impressionable white chicks were transfixed by him. He was cute, cool and extremely courteous. After a few minutes of his cool they would compete for his attention, for his favor. Sometimes one would take the initiative to squeeze his hand. Others would stand next to him, their bodies...

Sitting in his office looking out the window at the city below, the black man who was Division Head contemplated his affair with the beautiful white wife of one of his white employees, Robert Smith. He looked at his watch. In another hour he’d be in a hotel room with Mrs. Smith for a day...

“Hey. Come over here and get a load of this.” “What?” “Just look at it. Across the way. The hotel. That balcony. See?” “Which balcony? There are a gazillion of them.” He pointed. “That one there. The one with the naked woman standing there.” “Holly shit. You’re right. She’s...

Part 5 “You still part of the BED?” Mary asked curiously. Andre looked at her. “The BED?” He played dumb. Where was she going? “Yeah. You told us about it. Remember? The black enforcers or something like that. Protected white girls in high school.” He smiled. “Oh that. Sure. The BED...