Chapter 9 - The Grateful Slave Laying naked on her front on the bare mattress bed, Lena's hands and feet are tied by leather straps to the bed posts, preventing her to move. With the bullet vibrators in her pussy and asshole at a low setting, Lena is frustrated by the constant arousal and the lack of sleep for four days. Or was five days? It's been days si...
Lesbians wear hijab too, I thought to myself as I overheard two middle-aged White guys talking about how gays and lesbians, with their talk of gay marriage, were a threat to society. Those same goons looked at me funny as I boarded the number four OC Transpo bus bound for the Capital University campus at Hurdman Station in the City of Ottawa's east end. Anot...
I STRONGLY RECOMMEND THAT YOU READ THESE ACCOUNTS IN THE ORDER I WROTE THEM. Charlene Williams has featured in a number of my earlier stories. She is a successful banker, an attractive thirty something, single woman and she buys sex. She gets a buzz from that and from the types of sex she buys. She has just received a significant promotion in the bank. Thi...
The name is Kelly Brownstone. I'm a six-foot-one, deliciously curvy, big-bottomed and dark-skinned young black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm co-owner and CEO of Brownstone & Kendrick LLC, a Real Estate company. We've got locations in the towns of Brockton, Bridgewater and Randolph, along with eighteen agents. Business wise, we're d...
"Ah, this feels sooo damn good," Elizabeth purred happily. Elizabeth and her best friend, Dawn had spent the day lazily making love, and were now relaxing in the hot tub. Dawn had always been a prim-and-proper type, but today she had finally allowed herself to do something wild. Elizabeth, on the other hand, had always walked on the kinkier side of life. He...
My name is Danica Haverhill. A six-foot-one, chubby and big-bottomed yet still very good-looking Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. A lot of people think of me as an uptight bitch with too much time and money on her hands. Maybe they're right. Whatever. I don't let it get to me because I've been called worse in my day. Much worse, actu...
"I really don't know how many times I've used the word 'amazing' since I came down here," Angela smiled as they stepped out of their rental car and looked at their home for the upcoming evening and night. All three of them wailed in girlish excitement over the style and elegance of the bungalow in front of them. "I just couldn't help it, you know," Angela to...
Emmaline Black woke with a fever and a memory. A memory of Sophie, licking her, loving her, and then biting her ; leaving from an open window on the third-story of the Black family estate. Emma could not shake the image of Sophie's shocked face as she pulled away. The window was still open and there was frigid air blowing inside. She felt her forehead and k...
Thank you for reading yet another story from me. Sometimes things in life don't work out the way you want them to, and one of the perks of being a writer is the ability to rewrite the stars. This story is for the one that flew away... may the heavens always be happier with you there. All characters are over 18 when any sexual acts take place. Please favori...
Ebony Housewife Weekend #2 Patricia's Lesbian Awakening Hi my name is Patricia, and I live in Eatondale Canada. A few years ago, my best friend Cheyenne and I began to hang out with these two ladies from our neighbourhood: Abra and Saffra. I immediately thought how funny the pair seemed: two tall, gorgeous black women who really seemed like sisters or cou...