Summary: Straight white girl is drawn into the world of interracial lezdom. This chapter begins on the same day as the first two chapters (Black Dominance: Accidental Text and Black Dominance: Addicted to Cum). That said, you would not have to read those to enjoy this story as the first two are about a white guy's journey into craving black cock, while thi...
Kara bit her bottom lip nervously as she approached Amy's house. It was late Friday evening and the sound of her feet striding along the sidewalk seemed to be the only sound in the usually busy town. Even the black sky above seemed to be casting an ominous tone on the events ahead. Kara was a stunning twenty three year old with straight raven hair that casc...
"Well, what are you waiting for? Lick my pussy!" demanded Tara. Madelynn looked at the crotch in front of her that was hidden behind the red cotton thong. She wanted to get up from her kneeling position and run out of the parlor, but knew it would only make things worse. Closing her eyes, Madelynn moved her lips to Tara's crotch. A sigh escaped from Tara's...
Sometimes, I wonder why. Why do I do the things I do. I don't know. Perhaps a psychiatrist could tell me. Or perhaps not. Whatever. My name is Rachel Antoine Lawson. I'm a six-foot-tall, curvy and big-bottomed, dark-skinned Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm an out and proud lesbian of African-American and Haitian descent working...
This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially. ***** Cassie breathed slowly through her nose, unwillin...
I have always led a privileged, predictable life. I was "born and raised" in the South, in a house built and owned by my mother's family since 1793. I went to an expensive and exclusive all girl's school and eventually married a nice young man from a good family. My husband went into his father's construction business and was soon making a lot of money, so w...
Looking into the eyes of the Hijab-wearing Somali chick lying nearly naked on my basement table, I smiled with smug satisfaction. You're my bitch now Sagalina, I said smugly. The young black woman whimpered softly, and begged me to release her. Keep whining and I will gag you again, I smirked. Sagalina's eyes widened and she went silent, for she knew that I...
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We stared at the screen, the account was in the first person written by Emm: I remember being drugged, waking I found myself shackled securely to a St Andrew's Cross. Feeling intoxicated and euphoric, I gazed around the room, there was a small table next to the cross. Looking down at it, I saw a tall glass jar containing a clear liquid, and next to it a se...
If you looked up the word gifted in the dictionary, there is a half-chance you would find his picture there, young Aditya. Such a smart little boy. Such a good little boy -- one who learned to walk at five months, speak at eight, and to earn a mastery of the alphabet before the dawn of his second birthday. In fact, since the day of his birth onward, he had b...