Edited by the awesome Kumani * She showed up in my office a few minutes late for the morning appointment wearing quirky velvet gloves, Italian pumps and a designer black lace cocktail dress so meagre I wondered how she passed through reception. We were meeting for the first time. This appointment was a free consultation to see if she wanted to hire me and...
Disclaimer: All characters portrayed engaging in sexual activity are 18 years of age or older. Actual historical figures or living people represented appear strictly for context and humour; I lay no claim to them. If you had trouble following the plots of Pulp Fiction or Four Rooms because of the back-and-forth timelines, just turn around and leave now, as t...
The old slave woman crept into her mistress' chambers, careful to close the door behind her so that it did not make a sound. She stood in the shadows, clutching in her hands a little rag doll, and watched as Messalina's breasts rose and fell in the slow rhythm of sleep. Messalina was a beautiful woman, and even through her hatred, the Greek slave could see t...
All storms pass -- eventually. Life goes on, if but for a brief time, and often tentatively at best, like storm ravaged limbs falling down into rushing streams before tumbling onward, and one day, perhaps, out to sea. The sun returns for a time, and with upturned faces bright eyes seek it's warmth. Spirits of wounded souls reach for the solace of sky; words...
"Ma'am, are you alright?" came a voice, and I stared at the two uniformed men who stood a few meters from me, wondering why they felt the need to shine their flashlights in my face. I looked at them through dazed eyes, and smiled through bloodied lips. Oh, not my blood, I assure you. I fed on a vagrant earlier, and discarded him in a nearby dumpster. "Oh, I...
Oracle One: The Genesis Prologue: Imagine if you will, a world, not unlike our own in the vast reaches of our universe. Let us say that the name of this world is Dadelus V and it is inhabited with humans similar to us. In fact, according to some, our race could be distant relatives these people or even its descendants.. Also imagine that this race followe...
Love in itself is a simple concept to grasp. You love your child or your dog or cake; the blue liquorice allsorts; the list is endless. But if you happen to take love very seriously, and believe me, I do; the issue becomes complex. For one thing, I have to be wary of infatuation, obsession, fixation, that sort of thing; I could go on and on. But if I had t...
Hey, there. My name is Nicole Calixte. I'm a six-foot-one, curvy and big-bottomed young black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Hannibal College in Brockton, a historically black private school named after General Hannibal Barca of the Carthaginian Empire, the legendary enemy of ancient Rome. Life is okay these days. I'm i...
Chapter Seven In which Isabella learns some more history and makes new friends For the first time in her life, Isabella awoke with a man's arms around her and a hard cock between the mounds of her ass. She was in heaven. Thomas's regular deep breathing told her he was still sleeping, but his cock was engorged and pulsing slowly and he occasionally moved hi...
Chapter One Capua, Italy 73 B.C. They were finally free. No longer would they be forced to fight and fuck for the amusement of the Romans. Yet, their journey had only just begun and the worst of the hardships still lay ahead. Only 73 Gladiators managed to escape Battiatus' Ludus, as well as several female slaves and the Ludus' medico, out of the 200 men...