Around us, the men applauded. Katie was lifted to the floor and gently laid on her back. I was raised to a sitting position, and I couldn't avoid seeing the man step back from the foot of the bench, his long, softening cock still dripping strings of cum, its shaft glistening from Katie's juices. He was shaking hands with the other men, as some of them slappe...
The weekend had Came and went again like the rush of a passing car on a busy freeway. It seemed my life as a wife and mother at age 37 was one big blur watching myself age, never moving forward nor back, just hovering in one spot as all the other people in my life circled around me. I had known for some time my husband john was a bit board with our marriage...
My name is Wendy Stephania Polydor and I'm a 29-year-old Black woman of Haitian descent living in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I work as a Nurse at a certain hospital and I am the proud mother of a son, Jefferson, and a daughter, Lilandra. Life as a single mother isn't easy, and the fact that my ex-husband Alan Stephenson, a Boston-area cop, is a miser...
Now that I'm close to retiring, I have lots of time on my hands. My name is Sharon Van Hoevell and I'm a librarian living in the City of Johannesburg, South Africa. The crown jewel of R.S.A. I was born on November 9, 1957 and have lived in the region of Gauteng for most of my life. I have lived through some of the most interesting times in the history of the...
Chapter 1 Our 15th anniversary was coming up and I wanted to make it special for my husband. I thought about several different ideas as gifts ranging from the tame (a week long vacation in the mountains) to the wild (offering myself as his slave for the weekend). The problem with these is that at one point or another during our marriage I had already given...
Mistress Wilma smiled to herself as she watched her slave Stephen, a big and tall, somewhat chubby but still handsome Black dude, don the Gimp Mask. I want you to experience total submission, the curvy, light-skinned Black woman said with a wicked smile. Yes mistress, Stephen said. Good slut, Mistress Wilma replied, licking her lips. Nodding to Kenny, her Bu...
Jenny Jackson walked through the glass, double, Kawneer doors on the front of the Oregon Employment Division field office in Beaverton at 9:30 AM. The office was a nice single story brick building with tall, radius-head windows and black glass that did not allow anyone to see in from the outside. The appearance was one of red brick with tall, black, keyholes...
Lesley rushed breathlessly down the opulent corridor, her bare feet padding on the luxurious, cold marble. The fingers of her left hand were looped through the straps of her four-inch stilletoes and her right hand grasped her matching clutch bag. She panted for air, her ample bosom heaving underneath her low-cut embroidered gown and tight corsets. The pearl...
Nadia and Sebastian had been lovers for five years. They lived in a small apartment in Montparnasse with a phonograph, a library, and no children. The couple lived symbiotically, on a routine that never grew boring, simply because of how idyllic and peaceful it was. Sebastian worked at home and made his living as a writer and freelance journalist, while Nadi...
Jack did not remember what had happened, he remembered the glorious bodies of the two red women, who were from the land of phoenix, and the capital of it, Lamer. The race which the two women belonged to were in fact also called phoenix, and the race was made up of women and men. The women produced singularly, and sex therefore, was merely recreational. This...