Lauren was told to get there precisely at two o'clock or her bath would get cold, which would be no fun. She arrived with wet panties and a rapid heartbeat five minutes early. Master met her in the bedroom. As was the ritual, he slid his hands into her panties and squeezed her full young ass. "I have wanted to feel your tight ass for weeks. Kiss me, baby."...
Greetings, folks. I have a story here. There's two good stories in here. It's all about a little domination game between a couple. I wrote this short story to satisfy different tastes. I just wanted to write something different from the usual stuff about bisexual black men. Yes, I am one of them but that doesn't mean my same-gender-loving brothers and sister...
Jungle Love, or The Silk Scarf Interludes Turning and turning in the widening sunlight, Saxby Chambers tossed her suitcase on the white matelass coverlet of the bed, and opened the louvered shutters opening onto the porch. Her bungalow was perfect, isolated by a winding gravel path and opening onto a rainforest view of hundreds of brilliantly colored butter...
Roge knew I fantasised about having two men together, about him telling me what to do and telling the other guy what he could do to me. It's all about being an object of sexual pleasure. He knew that. Before we went to work that morning he had told me that he would share me with his boss, Ian, that evening. I had not spoken more than a few words of greeting...
Most people cannot realize how devastating it can be to your confidence as a woman, a sexual being to live for years in an unfulfilling marriage: coming down in bustier, stockings and heels so high that I should have fallen a broken my fucking neck on the stairs, I was most often greeted with a laugh or a chuckle. He swore it was not me, but damn...what was...
Trevor Guillaume is my name. The city of Boston is my home. And this right here is my story. What a mad world we live in. Every day that goes by, the human race disgusts me a little more. And I'm not just saying that because of my line of work. I am an Assistant District Attorney working for the Suffolk County Prosecutor's Office. It's not an easy job, or a...
The rap star received a call that some friends in a Brazilian band were flying in and he insisted they stay with him. Of course that meant he wanted to entertain them and have them party with his girls. He called Sharon over to his lounge chair by the pool. She had been tanning with some of the girls and rose quickly to walk to him. Her naked body shimmered...
Tucking my son Anwar into his bed, I stand there for a moment and sigh. Thank Allah for my husband Suleiman and our son. Anwar is a little miracle, his caramel-hued skin practically shining even in the dim light, his curly black hair framing his little face like a crown. My beautiful little angel. Come to bed mamas, a deep voice whispers into my ear as stron...
Andrea and I met Curt that next weekend on the corner of Hollywood and Vine. He chose the spot and it isn't too far from where we live so we agreed. He was so sweet; he had brought two bouquets of flowers, one for each of us. I had brought a bottle of cherry flavoured lube. It turns out that Curt is just in town for vacation and he is really from Nebraska wh...
Lisbeth was bored. She idly went through the motions of straightening the shelves of the upscale boutique where she worked on this dreary Thursday morning. Lisbeth was twenty-four and she married less than two years ago, having come from her native Denmark as an au pair originally. The Georgetown lawyer to whom she was married treated her as a trophy wife, i...