A lot of folks know about the apartment wrestling craze of the 70s and 80s, and love like I did. But they only know the public side. As vicious and erotic as the published matches were they didn't show everything, nor did they even remotely compare with the post-match activities of women like Helene, Cynara, Valerie, and the others, or, indeed, with their un...
The next morning I woke up much later than usual. It was "the day after" the one-sided beating I took at the hands of the young black stud from the boxing workout. My young, beautiful blonde wife had witnessed her taller white wimp of a husband getting pummeled by the tougher black man just the evening before. It was obvious that she had envisioned " boxin...
I had seen myself briefly in the mirror. My face was obscured with blck rubber, my waist, constricted in the corset was the narrow waist of a woman of a century earlier. My head was held high by the thick collar. It was not me who looked back. More than anything, it was this realisation that sent a thrill through my entire being. Master had promised me that...
We were enjoying a late night drink in a bar when my husband visited the toilet. As soon as he was gone a staggering, muscle-bound young man crashed down next to me, grinning like a drunken ape. "Hey Sweet cheeks! Y'fancy a hot beef injection?" His cider breath burping into my face as he leered at my breasts. "Nice sweater puppies, sexy pants, I'm Bry!"...
Gray was dressed and was allowed the luxury of a pad to kneel on, lest he should soil the white outfit chosen for him by his Mistress that morning. It was already to be an eventful day for him; he would witness the delivery of the hooded houseboy, formerly known as Minter, to the widow of a rough gentleman of that name who had officially taken his own life,...
My worst fears were realized as I walked out to the pool to meet my wife. Unconsciously, Julie had all but "sold me down the river," so-to-speak, by revealing what I thought were nothing more than a few "little white lies." These were the little white lies of a white man in an attempt to appear as masculine as black men. They were merely "fibs" to impress a...
** Cheryl Visits Home on Spring Break ** The years went by after prom. Cheryl and Chris went out for about a year, then they decided it would be best to break up when Chris went away to college. They decided at this point that they should be free to date other people and not have to worry about it. Another year went by, and it became time for Cheryl to g...
This story is part true and part fiction. ***** She fell under his spell pretty quickly. This was only her second day on the job. Claire stole a quick look at her new boss. When she saw he was looking at her, smiling, she quickly looked away, but couldn't keep a small smile from her soft full lips. Claire wore no makeup. Not even lipstick, as her husband...
She lay curled on the floor, shuddering in pain, teeth clenched as the lash fell again. The last blow. She did not know why she was here, but she had refused to submit. She was often beaten unconscious. Her wrists and ankles were raw and bleeding. A hand gripped her hair and jerked her head back. “Now?” “Never!” she gasped. With a low growl, she was flung...
“It’s all over, Tech!” Batman declared. He glanced to his right and saw Commissioner Gordon fleeing the Mad Hatter’s warehouse lair with the Mayor’s daughter, Catherine, in tow. The kidnapping of the Mayor’s daughter had gripped the city. It had taken Batman days to find the Hatter’s lair. When he finally did track down where Jervis Tetch was hiding the inno...