Angel sat at her dressing table and gazed into the mirror. She was preparing herself for tonight's visit to Igwe Orizu and his philosophy circle. Philosophy, however, was not on her mind. Even now she could feel her body tingling in anticipation, and guilt was on the forefront of her mind. She was safely and happily married. Her husband loved her, and she l...
(Serious thanks to the editors that have to deal with me. They are the gate-keepers, and still have to read every story submitted. Again Thanks!) Chapter 5 Routines and Wailing Michelle wasn't the only lesbian woman that was enslaved to be a breeder. In the client schedule of two months, with some 30 clients, 3 preferred women over men. It made my job mor...
A few months ago my boss invited me to spend a weekend at his ranch along with the rest of the IT department. His ranch covered almost ten acres and what beauty it was too. I felt so relaxed and even had a room all to myself. In total there were nine of us invited to the ranch and my stay was very refreshing. I got the opportunity to relive some of my childh...
A lovely woman who goes by Catherine reached out to me to talk about her life (both real and fantasy) after reading "The Cameron Solution." The result of our correspondence is this story. I think it's pretty good and hope to hear your comments on it (of course, if interracial fiction isn't your cup of tea, you should pass on it to begin with), be they pro or...
I watched my wife take her Fuck-bliss with him, Jerome. His muscles bulging, body sweaty, he fucked into the love of my life. She had a wet, horny little cunt for him. Not for me. I wasn't even half the man that Jerome was. Not in any way, shape or form could I compare to Him. Not in my wildest dreams. Jerome was a Black Alpha, and as such, he had breeding r...
Marie Lowell Jenkins stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself. At the age of forty, she stood five feet ten inches tall, a bit chubby but still attractive. Her hair was short and black, and her skin was light brown. She was still a good-looking African-American woman. Times had been tough on her lately but she was a survivor. She looked at the pict...
"I'm Ricky Mason, A.K.A. Redbone Slice, and I am a brother who likes dominant black women with strap-on dildos," said the tall, athletic and muscular light-skinned dude with the cornrows and jailhouse tattoos as he sat across from me at the munch in the east end of metropolitan Ottawa, Ontario. Oozing with raw masculinity and swagger, Ricky stroked his goate...
The following story is fiction, written purely for entertainment purposes and not based on any actual event. Please enjoy reading: ***** "Jilnar Jardaly Fucks the Interns" Hey, guys! It's your naughty Arabian nymphomaniac Jilnar here again. You know, being an oversexed cock-hunter gets me into all sorts of horny adventures. I remember a few years ago...
IIAn Englishman's Home Lindiwe 2065 After so many months of struggle and sacrifice, the arduous journey was finally over. Lindiwe had arrived. In the town's short history, few had suffered as much as Lindiwe to reach Ashton Lovelock. Few could have endured the adversity, hunger and rape. Few would have willingly paid so much from so little savings to make a...
Stiletto heels clacking, hugging a tablet computer to conceal the jiggle of her D-cup breasts, Brandee Coleman hurried down the hallway toward her office. She could feel the pale skin of her face and neck flushing with arousal. She was agitated and craved privacy. Once safely behind her office door, she stripped off her lab coat, tossed the iPad on her des...