Every year we host a Super Sunday party. It gives us a reason to get together with like minded folks who are all in the cuckold lifestyle. We have a close knit group of cuckold couples in metro Detroit and each couple hosts a theme party once every couple months or so. My wife and I handle the big game. Another couple does Valentines, one does St. Paddy's da...
This is the third chapter of a completed BDSM novel entitled 'La Contessa'. I am publishing it on Literotica a chapter at a time every few days. La Contessa The most decadent city... The most perverted of mistresses... Renowned for her cruelty and the bizarre sexual tasks her household servants perform for her, La Contessa's reputation is well establish...
"Tell me more about how it feels when I pin you down and cum inside," Jessica demanded. Sanneke switched the phone to her other ear, the edge of one canine catching her lip. Her wife had a particular heat in her tone that was oh so familiar. "It's best when we fight," she answered in a soft voice. Her bare footsteps made no noise at all as she wandered t...
Hey sweetie, it's Miss Lisette again. I was just reading one of your stories, the one where the neighbor girl starts to control his orgasms. I bet you are getting excited just reading this. You are thinking about that yummy orgasm I gave you last time when I broke you down so easily. Anyway, back to my thoughts about your story. I see in your profile where...
"Ah, here's the friendly slave of someone's dreams..." "Someone's dreams sir? Not yours?" "Tell me girl, since you were not in my dreams last night, where were you?" "I don't know sir, but I really wanted to be in them." "Your needs have been noted. Do you wish me to underline them?" "Yes please sir, if it will help you to remember me in your dreams nex...
Poker night usually meant a night in my room just craving Master's touch, but tonight was different. I was ordered to set up the table with 5 spots and set out some things for you and your friends to eat while you played. While I did this you instructed me that I was to be seen and was not to say a word. I was nervous I had never been around your friends b...
My wife had no idea what my plans were. She liked playing games; I did too. Tonight, I put a double shot in her drink. Before dinner, I slipped behind her, and ground my cock against her ass and grabbed her tits. "I've got plans for you tonight." I whispered in her ear. "And what might those be?" She turned and kissed me hard, thrusting her tongue in my mo...
Don't call me Mistress! That's not my name, you damn fool! I am your Ebony Goddess! Shaking my head, I smacked my sub's hairy Black ass as I thrust my strap-on dildo deeper inside of him. Macho man Frantz Marchand groaned as I continued stretching his ass. Hmm. I love fucking men in the ass with my strap-on dildo. Especially men of African descent. Frantz Ma...
After so many years in the bachelor scene, I had almost given up on finding that one special women. Most of the women that I met were either shallow, or looking for the guy that would support them for the rest of their lives. I didn't want anything like that. I wanted a woman who was strong and confidant. I wanted a woman that would be a companion, not a doo...
Sometimes, I wonder how common Black kinky folks are. Perhaps my husband Samuel Zenith and I are unicorns. My name is Whitney Felicien-Zenith, and I’m a tall, curvaceous young woman descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Five-foot-eleven, caramel-hued, with light gray eyes and a voluptuous body that is simply to die for. I live in the suburb of Kanat...