I don't know what it is that draws me to women in uniform. Maybe it's the way that they are cut to make them stand tall and proud. Or perhaps it's what the uniform itself symbolizes. Power. Raw power. I love making powerful people get down on their knees, and love making them beg. That's probably why my ex was a former Canadian Naval officer. She spent her d...
There are a lot of strange things that go through a person's mind. Take me for example. My name is Elisha Brown. In every way, I am a strong Black woman. I hold a bachelor's of science degree in the field of Business Administration from the prestigious Howard University. I'm currently working on my Master's degree in Business Administration at Boston College...
-- dedicated to a special friend -- I was nervous about the interview at Johnson Publications with Gale Johnson, its founder and President. Before the interview, which was scheduled for noon, I had my hair done and dressed in my best outfit. At first I wondered if I was a good idea to wear the blouse which shows a hint of my tits, on a job interview. But I...
OK. This is a work of fiction yada,yada, yada. If you don't know the drill, you have no business reading this. Constructive comments are appreciated. "You suck!" comments get you laughed at as an immature loser. Anyway, without further ado, enjoy. Lesbian, BDSM, Reluctance, non-consent ***** Tara: We relaxed and turned the conversations to lighter topic...
Chapter 6 - Dreamer ...and you should have seen the size of the seafood platters, I must have put on at least a stone...oh don't exaggerate Tina...and the Margeritas were at least triples...such a lovely villa we stayed in, no one else in sight...what was the name of that place where that monument thingy was Beatrice...it was so warm we slept outside by the...
Feel free to leave a comment or send me your feedback. And as always, feel free to rate the story as you see fit. *************************************** Rachel and I headed back to the room just after three to catch a short nap before getting up to prepare for the evening's festivities. A light was flashing on the bedside phone, indicating a voice message...
Summary: In 1970, a black teen turns white racist principal. Note 1: Thanks to NO NAME, who requested this story. Note 2: All characters are at least 18 years old. Note 3: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, and Robert for editing All White School BLACKED Principal Jones sighed. It had only been three weeks since she had, oh so reluctantly, allowed three black gir...
The man of the house was tall slim, with well-muscled arms -- cute, but nothing special. The mother, though... wow! Judging by the teenage kids, she must be in her mid-thirties, but she had the face and figure of a girl in her mid-twenties. A petite blonde clad in tight jeans and a checkered lumberjack shirt that tried and failed to conceal an hourglass figu...
I awakened in the middle of the night, initially thinking I was in my hotel room. Moonlight reflecting off the naked body of a woman lying next to me (the sheet had slipped to her waist), along with the slight rattle of a chain reminded me where I really was and why. My hand moved cautiously to the collar locked around my neck and to the chain connecting it...
Ah the unhallowed halls of Hela University, sister school to Hades University and according to those who know, the much more sinister sibling. It is located on the opposite side of Hell as Hades U, and is a Women's University with a very special student body. Slime girls studying shifting, vvitches testing their spells, suckubi practicing seduction, orges or...