"We can meet at the White Horse Inn, about 9 o'clock?" it said in your text. "It will be busy there tonight because there's a really good band performing. I'll wait for you at the bar. I'll have a red flower in my hair." As I leave my car in a crowded car park and walk to the entrance to the Inn. I am worried. Although we have been talking online, texting,...
I'm standing in my own forge. The timbers are still new and the smell of pitch and thatch is strong in the place. Soon it will be replaced by the acrid scent of smoke and the bitter tang of metal. The day has been long. My arms are burning with exhaustion. The current batch of weapons I'm making is nearing completion. The last sword is in my hands now. The f...
To those of you who haven't recognised the 2 sitting next to 'chapter' below, you will not have a clue what is happening if you read on. Maybe it's the best way to read a story like this but there is a 'Ch. 1'. Chapter 2 The bluff is called The money was on the table and my bluff had been called. I almost stuttered, 'You bastard Gordon, you've lied to me...
Black men the world over got this nasty habit of walking around like they own the place. Act like they're the toughest guys. Swagger like they've got the biggest dicks. And I both love and hate them for it. My name is Jeannette Saint-Mathieu. I was born and raised in the town of Cap-Haitien, in the North side of the Republic of Haiti. I've been living in the...
The girl walked alone into the crowded nightclub. She was young, perhaps only twenty years old. Her eyes were old, and she gazed around the bar with an unreadable expression. She was attractive, by anyone's standards, slight and lithe in her short black dress, which clung tantalizingly to her body, enhancing what it touched. Men smiled hopefully in her direc...
Your slave puts a delicate hand on the door and pushes it open. I pause allowing my eyes to adjust to the dim light of Your bedroom. I move with the silent grace that comes naturally to me across the room to the window. My emerald eyes kissed with the oceans mist search the room. My breath catches in my throat as I see You lying on the bed asleep a soft smil...
My name is fightdafear and that is how I live my life fighting the fear. The fear of pain, the fear of getting hurt, and the fear of being caught. I was at a local rave and I am about six feet tall, short silver spike hair (yes died) and green eyes. I am wearing black jeans and a fire silk shirt. Moreover, the DJ was off the hook. Then I notice a red head...
My stories are short; they are not about details that have no meanings. They are my reactions to this world. They are about my sexuality, my hopes and my fears. This started with my story, the shower, and it will end the day that I die. *** The Dance Moving through the crowd in the darkened room I can feel the energy, the pull of the emotions swirling...
Need Dances Need dances, also called seduction dances, traditionally consist of five phases. 1. A feigned indifference to men. 2. Not yet raped - the slave feels distress, uneasiness, restlessnes, disturbance by sexual urges, beginning to feel her sexuality yet struggling against them. 3. In a prim and proper, ladylike fashion, acknowledges before mas...
SATURDAY Tommy had gotten up to put more clothes on before his roommate arrived. He was still dressed in just his boxers. In his bedroom, he thought about everything that happened today. Considering how he ran into Alicia, it amazed him that she was still here. Earlier today he ran into her at the gas station and black mailed her into having sex with him -...