It didn't take long for them to chain me up to the other girls in the coffle and soon we were off. The paths got smoother as we got closer to the city and I had gotten used to walking more-or-less barefoot. I say "more-or-less" because unlike the other girls I was wearing my beautiful barefoot sandals, with their green beads and string. They weren't the type...
In the 1970s I was a medical student at the University of Washington in Seattle, my hometown. Med school was a good time in my life. It was early in the woman's movement and there only were a few other female students in my classes. We were a bit exotic, at least I like to think so. I enjoyed learning. I looked forward to practicing medicine. I associated...
Jeremy was walking along Gunjur beach, when he saw, in the distance, another lone white man walking towards him. As he got nearer Jeremy thought to himself, "I know this man." "Hello, is that you Joe?" It was - they had met about six months earlier at a restaurant in Senegambia, when Joe made his first visit to Gambia on his wanderings around West Africa....
My name is Louis. I'm White and I love my Vietnamese wife so much, but Lilly calls me "Daisy Lou, a Dick-sucker" nowadays, and she's 8 months pregnant from a Nigger-man named Jerome. She keeps me in her panties; it makes me feel good, feminine and servile. Since she doesn't wear panties anymore, now that she's a Nigger-loving wife, she told me I should wear...
Jamieson Uw watched the young woman from beneath the shelter of a large tree. She was beautiful in the crisp night air and amber light of the setting sun. Her hair formed almost perfect burnished ringlet curls that hung half way down her back. Her eyes were a light brown with green flecks that reminded him of the big cats that they studied. He knew that a ca...
(This is my first original story after a few years on this site. Feedback and comments are very welcome. ) (Edit: Comments help me decide what to focus on when writing so if you like a particular chain that can help it get continued. Plus contributions are always welcome.) It's always cold when you wake up. You're not sure if it's because the ship is conserv...
My name is Kate. I'm an white-furred anthropomorphic wolf, whatever that is. I'm 24, 5'6. I have B-cup breasts and I love to run and jog to keep the weight off. Recently, however, my life has gotten a bit nuts. I've just moved to a new house and I've been meaning to unpack, but I just got a new position at my job at a tech company and haven't had much time....
The war is finally over. The lady dressed in black bows her head as your King signs the last slip of paper, signing away her freedom and that of her people. Her proud features struggle to conceal signs of a broken spirit and she shakily rises to leave as she is dismissed. Yes, the war is over, and it is now time to celebrate your hard-fought victory. You gri...
(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...
Dante Davis stepped out of his chair and stretched his legs. The athletic shorts he was wearing exposed the deep, dark brown color of his skin and the taut muscles just underneath, having been strained and fatigued by a rigorous workout regimen just a short time ago. His sleeveless muscle shirt bestowed similar compliments; his toned, thick arms revealed the...