My name is Miranda Hill. I'm a tall, slender and deliciously big-bottomed, forty-something Black woman living in the Back Bay area of Boston, Massachusetts. After many years as a WNBA superstar, I left the fast-growing world of women's professional sports and returned to college. I wanted to mentor young women, especially young Black women. I felt there was...
The next morning, Steph was the first to awake. She rolled over and eyed the small naked curled up girl that fitfully slept across the room. She was huddled as close to the wall as possible, as far away from Steph as she physically could be. Turned on by the notion that her so recently subjugated roommate was scared of her, Steph decided she'd test the bound...
The Mint Julep Cafe was bubbling with conversation. The table was full of slim, tan women, who all sported the same hairstyle and pastel clothing. It was the Spring Book Club Luncheon. I was on their tennis team and at that time, one of the few social activities I engaged in since we moved to the South. My quirky ponytail, black top, capris, and little heel...
Please note -- All characters portrayed in this fictional story are 18 and over. This chapter finalises this portion of the story however if you would like to continue there have been further chapters written under the title of Power Versus Submission to be published soon. This chapter contains themes of coercion and questionable consent, if this is likely t...
This is the final instalment in the Salt & Vinegar series. It's also a bit longer, so settle in. While the other chapters are stand-alone stories, this one ties together many of the threads from the previous three. I suggest reading them first if you haven't done so already. Thanks to Warrior_Wolf once again for her valuable editing work. Enjoy. --------...
Author notes I thank Jellybean and Noira for putting up with me. You may need to read the first submission of this story to understand this section. The story has a conclusion to be submitted soon. ******* The past. Soon after my ninth birthday, I climbed to the roof of my house as the morning sun broke over the horizon. Perched near the edge of the roo...
When I got out of the shower the next morning, dripping and steamy, I called to Ann-Marie: "Did you finish making the bed and setting my place for breakfast, Ann-Marie?" "Yes, I did, Mistress." "Good. Now come in here like I told you." The bathroom door creaked open, and Ann-Marie entered on her hands and knees, naked, with her eyes cast downward and her...
Sarah stood outside her flat. It was late in the evening and she needed fresh air. She hung over the railing listening to the noises of the town drifting in the air. She heard someone walking along the catwalk. Raising her head, she brushed her brown hair out of her face and saw Neomi, her neighbour walking towards her. "Hey. Neomi," Sarah waved. Neomi gru...
If you have read our previous stories you will know that we are swingers, using a sauna type swingers club as well as more recently swinging at home, determined to push the boundaries of our sexuality. I love being the submissive slut wife and Gary knows my tastes so well, with him in control I had no guilty conscience and over several years on the scene we...
It had been two months since Chelle Rollins and Lila Carter found each other as lovers. They were inseparable. No one suspected in anything. One day at work, Chelle felt brave... brave and horny. She cleared Lila's schedule for her and surprised her in her office. She went to the bathroom, and removed all of her clothes, and put on a gray trenchcoat. She wal...