Please read chapter 9 before proceeding. --- Sarah disrobed herself, revealing her naked body to Britney for the first time. Britney marveled at her rivals' beautiful body, unable to focus on anything else as she was led to the shower. As the two ladies arrived in the bathroom, Sarah let go of Britney's hand snapped her fingers, ordering her to take her...
Hey, there. My name is Heather. I'm a short, slim, blonde-haired and green-eyed white chick living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm a student at Carleton University, majoring in business. I'm also a closet lesbian who's into some wicked fun. What kind of fun am I talking about? The unique fun of taking a strong, modern-day Black woman and enslaving her se...
Being a big and tall, butch Black woman who worships White chicks hasn't made my life easy. My name is Mary Johnson. A Nursing student at the University of Ottawa in the Province of Ontario, Canada. Ottawa is the city I call home. My family has lived there for generations, though we're originally from the Caribbean. I'm six feet tall, with a chubby body, big...
My name is Donna Wilson. I'm a six-foot-tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed white chick living in the Meadowlands area of Ottawa in Ontario, Canada. I'm a student at Algonquin College, majoring in the field of Nursing. At least that's my day job. What I do at night is altogether different. I'm a BDSM fanatic. And I have a vested interest in Race Play, one of...
Note: If offended by lesbian sex, discipline during sex scenes, people being worshiped as God/desses, intergenerational couplings, or professors having sex with their students, please do not read this story. To my Goddess: Thank you for living and being so beautiful and amazing. Janet is a good student. So good that it worried me that she started showing u...
My name is Melinda Jones. A six-foot-tall, busty and big-bottomed, kind of heavyset yet still quite sexy Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm thirty six years old today, and I'm looking at my life. Not sure I like what I see. I'm a professor of Criminal Justice at Suffolk University in the city of Boston. In the eyes of the world, I...
This story follows on from another, It Turned on a Tango, which you can find in my profile. It was the time when Eli had been coming to stay with me over weekends for several months. Her marriage had become more or less dysfunctional and, since it had quickly become too stressful for her to maintain the deception over her relationship with me, she'd decided...
All women in this chapter are 18 years old and seniors in high school. ------------ Sarah drove to school with big news for everyone. She had been waiting for a letter in the mail and it finally arrived. She could not wait to show all her classmates and teachers what was inside the envelope. It had big news that was going to affect her future, and she coul...
Author's note: This is the second part of "Spanks for the memories" - If you have not read part one I suggest you do, but this story can be read separately. Thank you to my readers who sent positive feedback. Maria's story continues: Driving home from Elizabeth's after my first spanking session I felt as if I was in another world. My whole body seemed to t...
As sunlight started to peek through Barb's bedroom window in the morning, I turned on my side and looked at my new lover sleeping soundly under the blue satin sheet. Knowing she was naked beneath it, I carefully sat up, slipped down to the center of the bed while simultaneously, slowly peeling the sheet down past her hips so I could get a full look at her bo...