Chapter Two I sat in front of my dressing table mirror and thought about the evening ahead of me. I was so excited, I really wanted this to be an incredible evening, and hopefully the start of a long delicious affair. It was after all the realisation of all my deepest most secret desires, somehow come true, I wasn't going to mess it up. I looked at myself i...
The name is Marion Brown. I'm a six-foot-three, kind of heavyset and big-bottomed yet good-looking young black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Riddick College and these days, life is okay. I'm having a lot of fun these days. Simply put, things couldn't be better. I am immersing myself into the BDSM lifestyle and to be ho...
She knew she only had a few minutes before Naomi's alarm clock went off to wake her up, so she had to be quick about it. Tucking her phone into her back pocket, Emma took a running start, and jumped up to the kitchen window, her shoes gripping onto the wall while she tried to push herself through the window. "Damn D cups, move!" her whispered threat to her...
Chapter 7: Kelly Gets a Slave of Her Own Firstly I realize that this is part 7, not 6, it is coming, but its dammed long and complicated, and this part just seemed to come to me quicker, the story taking a life of its own. Secondly a big thanks to a special editor who's really helped in the writing of this story and hopefully more to come, thanks so much Ol...
Kimberly Clinton is the name. A kinky, fun-loving and decidedly chubby dyke living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. By day, I'm a Criminal Defense Attorney at a large firm. By night, I'm something else entirely. And I'm here to demonstrate the wonders of Interracial Lesbian BDSM with my sexy African-American girlfriend, the dominant Black goddess known...
Disclaimer: If you are under 18 or offended by graphic depictions of lesbian sexuality with a sadomasochistic theme, please go elsewhere. Otherwise feel free to email feedback. This is a fictional continuation of the story begun by "Holiday Fireworks." I sat, spent, on the edge of my bed, musing. It was late afternoon. The idea of a pet lying in wait for me...
In part one, Jessica Harmondon-Smithers, a successful city businesswoman finds an old friend apparently destitute in her neighbourhood. The woman, Clarissa Stocks-Johnson was a model and Jessica's schoolgirl crush at their expensive boarding school. She takes her in and tends to her, releasing a dominant and bi-sexual tendency that has lain suppressed and un...
Back in my room that morning, I reflected on the night's events. How easily I had succumbed to Steff's advances. How foolish I had been to imagine that power rested in our formal positions. As a College Fellow and a tutor, and as an older woman, I had assumed that power rested with me - the swiftness with which that idea had been shattered was part of what h...
It had been a year since my sub/girlfriend Amy had died in a car accident while visiting her family. Amy was 25, and had been my secretary and very personal assistant. She was young, vivacious and wanted to explore new things with me. I was her boss, her Domme, and her lover. For a few months I had been celibate and angry at fate. Then while on a business...
There is so much fun to be had in the world of sexual play. Seriously. My name is Nina Henderson and I'm a six-foot-tall, short-haired and bronze-eyed, forty-something Black woman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. And I love Black women. I've always been into them. Caucasian chicks don't do anything for me. When I came out as queer in college, I w...