"Mm, yes, yes!" she moans as she orgasms hard, holding my head to her pussy. When she's finished, she sinks back on the couch and pets my head gently. "You really know your way around a pussy, my pet." I smile shyly and duck my head down to plant a quick kiss where her thigh meets her pussy. "What can I say, mistress? You inspire me." She hooks her fingers...
Chapter 01: The Wax "That's it, no more databases or numbers for two days!" I finally managed to take some time away from work or I was going to go nuts. After my client had reaped the benefits of the last rise in the market, thanks to me, he'd given me a handsome commission and my boss reluctantly agreed to let me off the hook for a couple of days. First...
Caren Yeager swung her 1955 Mercedes-Benz 300SL off the San Diego freeway and expertly gunned it towards her on the city's outskirts. She ran a leather-gloved hand smoothly over the gleaming wooden steering wheel and thought how superbly the black leather looked on the wheel, as if it belonged. Had her car been a Bentley, or a Porsche, even, such gloves woul...
(This adventure is based on the story "Cursed: The Idol of Lesbos" and its sequels by Melissa Dubban, used with the author's permission. While starting from the author's premise, the player's choices may take the story in a very different direction than the original. That is after all a big part of the fun.) It had been a slow day at the antique sh...
Dear Reader and of course my Dear Followers I have a request. If you'd like to suggest what might happen in Act 2. I will write it and publish it here. Send as many suggestions as you like and I will choose the one that turns me on the most. With love and respect, Suzy ****************************************** The Secret Theatre It is said that in the...
Meet Nadia Poisson, a young black woman of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Born in the environs of Jacmel, Republic of Haiti, Nadia came to the Canadian Capital to find a better life. In her native Haiti, Nadia was an accountant working for the City of Cap-Haitien. She moved to Canada after getting canned for criticizing a powerful gen...
Waking early, as she always did, Sarah sweetly brought me back to consciousness with a coffee and smoked salmon blinis. 'These are courtesy of Ekaterina. You missed a treat, Pixie.' Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I looked across at her, her blue eyes lively and teasing. 'No doubt this came courtesy of another Amazonian unnatural blonde. How unlike my own...
My name is Bernadine Bernavil. A tall and kind of chubby, dark-skinned and big-bottomed Black woman of Haitian origin living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I have a deep submissive streak inside of me. Simply put, I love to serve white people. That's why I walked away from my job as librarian at Brockton Community College to become the house servant...
I was fat. The folds of flab had reached over my lap and would rest midway between my thighs and knees when I sat. My upper arms wobbled as I walked, and my thighs rubbed together enough to cause a pimply rash. My lover said she adored my obesity, that women should not pander to male fantasies of beauty. She came hardest on the days I had my regular short-ba...
Bzzzt.... Bzzzt.... Bzzzt.... sounded my phone signaling 8 A.M. on Sunday morning. Normally I'd be loathed to get up this early any day, on a weekend especially, but today was different. Today is going to be the best day of my life. Excitedly, I climbed out of bed, careful not to trip and fall flat on my face as I rushed over to my calendar hanging on the wa...