Beatrice Dawson is the name. I'm a tall, curvy and dark-skinned, beautiful Black woman in her mid-forties living in the city of Atlanta, Georgia. I am a professor of African-American Literature at Spelman College. These days, life is cool. I recently left my husband Dwight after I caught him cheating on me with a skinny white woman half his age. Twenty years...
"Cunt" "Say it again!" "Cunt" "Again!" "Cunt!" "Now shout it!" "CUNT!" "Good girl. Now look at this! What do you want me to do with it?" "I want you to fuck me in my c…c…c…cu…" Whack. I paddled Lola's arse. It smarted red. "I want you to fuck me hard, til I tremble, til I shout. I want that great big strap-on girlcock in my….my…my…CUNNY." Slap. S...
This is part two of the story of Carla and her Aunty Jo. This is one continuous story, so this part may not make a great deal of sense unless you have read the previous Chapters. This story contains hypnotism, lesbian love and sex, a bald woman, piercings, some strong BDSM, watersports and young girls. All the girls are adults. If this is not for you, pleas...
I told myself I was going to study the culture of a lesbian club. I'm an anthropologist so it made sense. I'm not sure why I felt I needed an excuse, though. I came out while I was attending college in Minneapolis in the 90s, and I've spent a fair amount of time at gay and lesbian bars. Maybe I needed a reason because I'm not normally someone who goes out on...
Chapter Four: After One Year, Mistress Remembers Back Part 1: Three Mall Adventures Over the next 10 months, a routine was set at the estate of Miss Casandra Hall and her slaves, Lara and Tara. Mistress likes to plan and organize. And Mistress setup a schedule for the each day. Monday through Friday, the schedule is as follows. The two slaves wake up at 5:...
Author's note: Recently, a friend of mine told me she was going on a date with her ex's ex. That sounded like the title of a Literotica story, so I decided to write it. This story is set in Austin, Texas where I have lived in or near since I was nine years old. A familiarity with the city is helpful, but not necessary to appreciate some of the cultural and...
I followed the mistress into the low stone room, behind me followed the slavegirl.. Dressed in an extremely tight & small French maid outfit, made out of some artificial fabric that looked & felt like a cross between silk & plastic. About her hung the pleasing odour of sexual need & her slippery inner thighs squelched as she trotted after us. Her ankles were...
"Chinngg-Chinnngg", came the sound of the bell as Pam walked through the door. Her eyes went instantly to the tattoo samples on the wall of the shop. Pam hadn't even noticed the store before, mostly because it still had the name of the hardware store that had closed six years ago over the top of the building. Jane, a friend from the tennis club had told Pam...
Nobody seeing Jan Kilmer in passing would guess that she was a nerd. Her tall, athletic body moved with confident grace and her Nordic features were striking by any standard. Still it was a fact that inside this physically attractive package the inquisitive mind of a true academic was buzzing. Jan tapped a final period to the last sentence of page 216 and s...
They slept in, did Trish and Jil, and did not leave their hotel until around noon. The two of them finally dragged their well-fucked and eaten pussies from Joan's house around three that morning. So, yeah, they slept in... "Something's bothering you, Trish, I can tell," Jil finally said after almost an hour on the road with little in the way of conversation...