Allan released me from the bonds connecting me to the Cross, supporting me as I stepped free. I tried to shake him off, insisting I was fine - the whole scene had only lasted a few minutes, and I hadn't done anything - but he held firm. Once we started to walk, I realized to my embarrassment that I was not fine. My knees felt like jelly and my head swam. Cha...
The things I do for love will never cease to amaze me. Seriously. Right now, I've got my husband Stephen Vincent on all fours, face down and ass up. I'm kneeling behind him and spreading his ass cheeks with my hands as I thrust a seven-inch dildo up his butt. I can't believe I'm doing this. Dominating a six-foot-three, 250-pound Black man with my newly acqui...
I don't know exactly how it got started, but on one particular Saturday, I found myself in a wager where I bet that my cum-guzzling whore (which she likes to be referred to as) couldn't milk me dry. The wager was pretty humourous - I had bet that she couldn't make me cum three times. If she didn't I forget what the prize was for me, perhaps filling her ass w...
What's up, my brother? I'm Hodan Ahmad, a Somali Muslim sister living in the City of Gatineau, Quebec. The six-foot-tall, curvaceous, athletic cutie in the Hijab who simply sets your imagination on fire. That's me. I've got some good news, for all Black men in the Ottawa/Gatineau area who are into BDSM, and female domination. Black Femdom, there's an APP for...
She stood there, still dressed in her work clothes as I thumbed through my phone. "Something's up," she muttered, swinging on the doorway as I scowled at the hand-held electronics in my hand. I could see the hem of her dress in the reflection on the scratched screen, the feint green tartan replacing the toolbar and my attention. "Just work." That was true,...
I awoke the next morning but not because the wife knocked on the door ... she actually showed up fifteen minutes later, telling me that she and Alex overslept a bit. I asked if she'd been fucked yet this morning and she said no. But that really wasn't what interested me. It was what she was wearing: Her slut swimsuit ... and nothing else except for her heels...
We're playing grueling game of racket ball with small personal bet for winning. Yoa're too busy watching my legs under my short skirt. Wondering if I'm wearing panties and keep getting pelted by the ball. I win easily since your distracted and I say, "For the next 24 hours your my personal servant. Thank god it's Friday." We head out to my car as I prefer my...
Perhaps I have been living in a delusional world and no one bothered to tell me. The fact remains that when I purchase a book with the lofty title of "The Best American Erotica 2005", edited by Susie Bright, I expect the stories to titillate at least or arouse at most. Sadly, this was not the case for me. I will not argue my point with all the people out th...
Obviously our ideas about a break were different because he laid me down lengthwise on the bench. My arms were folded under the bench and my wrists were tied together (effectively keeping from moving my upper body off the bench), my legs were reattached to the spreader bar and then lifted up and tied to the bar holding up the shelf again leaving my ass and...
= = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = "One of these days in your travels, a guy is going to come to you and show you a nice, brand new deck of cards on which the seal has not yet been broken. This man is going to offer to bet you that he can make the jack of spades jump out of that deck and piss in your ear. Now son, you do not take this bet, for as sure...