The name is Teejay Volmar. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the Meadowlands area of Ottawa in the province of Ontario, Canada. I'm a third-year student at Carleton University, majoring in Criminal Justice. I recently moved to Canada from the U.S. I spent the past ten years in Brockton, Massachusetts. The City of Champions. I miss m...
The day was a long one, but at dinnertime, after Lynda had been given a strong sleeping draft, things started to return to normal. Cathy ordered Emily to dress like a slut with the intention of abusing her once again. Emily readily complied but as they both exited their bedrooms dressed in their sluttish attire, there was a strong knock on the door and both...
A second serving of the 'wench' Vanessa My birthday gift at the club from Trudy was such a hit, we decided to re-visit it and enjoy another night in control of our serving wench, Vanessa. Trudy had bought me the present some weeks ago and had enjoyed having an opportunity to have someone serving her too. She had enjoyed it so much, she was involved again ev...
The evening following my night with Marc, Sylvie and I found ourselves once again in my bed. She insisted that I relate everything that had occurred down to the last detail, and in the course of telling we succumbed to our own passion. After two particularly satisfying orgasms each, we were cuddled together under the sheets listening to a Mozart piano concer...
This is a story about male submission to his Massage therapist mistress and her two girls. Parts of the story are drawn from real life experiences. It is written in first person from my point of view as a male slave. In the story I am in my 30's. I stand 6 foot tall with a handsome face, a swimmers body, with an ass that both men and women want, sensual brow...
Their kisses were exciting, searching, and arousing. He could feel himself hardening again as she ground her pelvis into him. He had just undergone an eye opening experience and was still turned on by it yet scared, too. Even though he was sharing heated kisses with her, he found his mind going back to the past hour and what his mate had done to him in such...
"Alright, Shazia, sign up some more clients for Mastercards, then we can talk about getting you more hours," said my manager, Rod Carling, as we stood in front of the Super Center. Dude had gone outside for a cigarette break, and I apparently caught him in a bad mood. Actually, that's not accurate. Rod is honestly kind of a dick. A lot of the minority women...
I thought I was doomed when both my ex-wives showed up unexpectedly. It all started when I got divorced from my first wife. Sherry and I split but remained cordial until that fateful day. Roxy and I divorced over a misunderstanding and it took years for her to realize that mistakes were made and she wanted to make amends. So here I am with two ex-wives and...
Chapter 3: Sonia The atmosphere in the office the next day was a little chilly as far as the women were concerned. They all seemed to be stepping lightly around each other. Most of them were ignoring Mary because she was walking around with a smug expression on her face. Matty and Betsy kept shooting daggers at each other as they eyed each other across the...
"Annabeth! Don't talk with your mouth full!" How many times does a girl hear that one growing up? Mothers. Little do they know... Good thing she didn't say anything about thinking with my mouth full. Anyway, my poor mom. She saw just enough to drive me and herself crazy. I had to admit though, at this very moment and confined as I was to the cramped space...