Smokey Saga #63: "The Art Of The Squeal" ***** My first thought was to call this "Hooked II," but that would make very little sense. The characters and storyline are completely different, and besides, the Smokey Sagas past #50 are all Sapphic. Perhaps they should now be known as Sapphic Sagas. It's going under Lesbian Sex, but you'll want to know that this...
Howdy, folks. Mr. Samuel Xavier here. A big and tall, openly bisexual Black man living in Canada, one of the worst places on the Continent of North America. I'm talking about Ottawa, Ontario, of course. I've got some truly tawdry tales to share with you today. People are such strange creatures. You can never simply look at one and say for sure what he or she...
"Do you need help, darling?" Mia looked up at a beautiful woman who had introduced herself as Emma. Mia was running away from a bad situation at home and found herself stuck at a gas station with no money and no food. Thankfully, Emma had kindly approached her in the gas station and offered to pay for a meal. Now they were sitting at a booth making small ta...
My fantasy, continued... If you didn't read about my fantasy, may I ask you to read part one, first? Thank-you! Blue gave the lab that created me these specifications: - That I would want to satisfy her every sexual desire anytime she wanted me. - That I would not only love doing so, but would cum MANY times while fucking her...early, often and a LOT. -...
I was so happy when I landed my new job. It was a bit more money and a really nice office filled with quiet cubicles. Although the workplace was nice as far as the furnishings and such, it turned out to be a little strange once I settled in to my work. Although we had a couple dozen people - all like me, cube-dwellers in the mid-twenties age group - no one...
My name is Donna Wilson. I'm a six-foot-tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed white chick living in the Meadowlands area of Ottawa in Ontario, Canada. I'm a student at Algonquin College, majoring in the field of Nursing. At least that's my day job. What I do at night is altogether different. I'm a BDSM fanatic. And I have a vested interest in Race Play, one of...
She knew there was a danger with even going there; a danger that she might discover things that she knew but did not want to admit to knowing. Was that even a thing, she wondered? It had been the irrepressible Bernie who had suggested that they should celebrate mid-summer's eve by going to a Club. Pixie had said "yes" before realising that she was talking n...
It was starting to get dark and children were already going door to door for trick or treat. Susan walked by a group of small kids dressed as ghost, pirates and monsters. She was on her way to see her best friend Amber and see if she wanted to go to the movies with her. Susan thought how much she liked this time of year in New England. The falling leaves wer...
The following is my best memory of how I came to meet Mistress and commit myself to her service. The events themselves I distinctly remember as they were important episodes in my life and, as such, stamped upon my memory. However I admit to taking some license with conversation and minor details, as I do not remember them exactly, although the general gist i...
This is Chapter 13 out of a total 17. You will enjoy this more if you read the previous chapters first. * * * * * I spent the next day trying to concentrate on my work despite the complex set of experiences of the previous few, culminating in finger-fucking my boss after watching her masturbate in front of me. Not quite an 'ordinary day at the office'. In...