Authors Note: In this story a straight women questions herself and her sexuality. This is my first ever story, so I apologize if I fall into the same pitfalls that all new authors fall into. If you guys like it I'll continue on with it, more chapters and such, but no promises, as my interests are always fleeting. Hope you enjoy! Warnings: female masturbatio...
The things I do never quite cease to amaze me. Yet I must do them. Driven by impulse, or something even stronger perhaps. My name is Magdalena Wilson. A six-foot-one, dark-skinned and very voluptuous young Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I attend the University of Massachusetts, Boston campus. I'm a Criminal Justice major, and...
"So, how did you end up here?" I looked at Rebekka who was sitting on the floor, still exhausted after our first encounter. Her large breasts were hanging down heavy on her chest as she was eating some peaches out of a can, slowly and deliberately sucking them between her luscious lips as she was pondering the question. "You mean, here in this here apartmen...
"Well, it certainly is nice to see you," the president said as she shook her hand. "Even though I would've thought Mr. Dewall would stop by himself. I'm not inclined towards taking things personally, but I can't help but wonder..." Katherine smiled, shaking Salas' hand once more for the cameras before the two women retreated into a private meeting room. "We...
This is my story. My parents gave me a stuffy, formal name but every one calls me Dina. A year out of college, I got a job with a recently elected senator in my home state. My dad used his connections and influence along with my unused liberal arts degree to help me land the position. I would be an exclusive aid to the senator. I would live with her, be her...
Cindy was perhaps the least popular girl in her high school – no not perhaps, that was definitely the case. Thick glasses, acne, and a figure reminiscent of Olive Oyle did not catch the eye of any guys and she graduated without a single date. Cindy was valedictorian of her class and scored the highest score on the ACT in the state that year. She attended an...
It's so much easier to get slaves these days. Ever since Sybilla SlaveMistress opened her Saturday morning slave market downtown. Previously, girls who wanted to work as sex slaves had to either take out advertisements on PlasmaVision or undertake tiring personal visits to potential Mistress's residences. My last slave had left to marry and settle down in...
This story is about my wife Eva's experience with an escort and it is absolutely true as written. I have previously written about the beautiful Colonial city where we live in central Mexico, and we love living here. It was a wonderfully warm April evening when this story unfolded. First a little background information. In our area of Mexico there are what...
Chapter 1: Soft Lips My name is Brooke, and I'm a 22 year old black woman with a fantastic body who has asked George to tell you about my adventures over the last year. First, some background about me. My mom and I lost my dad when I was eight, and we lived comfortably on the insurance and savings we had in my old neighborhood in the city. I had lots of fr...
I'm wearing a long black coat that I picked up from one of those fashionable clique shops in London. It's got a double row of brass buttons up the front and a collar that wouldn't look out of place on a Russian military uniform. It swishes slightly round my knees as I walk and it makes me feel like ones of those stylish New York socialite girls. I find that...