Those of you who have read my stories from the very beginning, might notice that the Butterfly you are about to enjoy is not quite the same as the original. I have reimagined her to a degree, as I was not quite done with her yet. Enjoy. -- It was the sound of her car pulling up that drew his attention. He calmly got up from his seat, put his book down and...
Kara had met Darrell when they were both in high school. They were friends and nothing more but she always suspected that he wanted to be more than friends. He was a good looking guy with a great body but he wasn't really her type. I met Kara in college. She was my biology lab partner and I knew within a week that we were destined to be together. I'd never...
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...
Lloyd sensed too late, that something was not quite how it should be, when a smiling Helen returned to the table and simply sat smoking a cigarette without saying a word for several minutes, pulling her chair a little further back with her legs crossed and just studying him with a contented expression. He wanted to ask her what was happening, but somehow he...
20 (and more) Questions Today, my mind wanders in class. Instead of thinking about population genetics, I find my self fantasizing about asking you questions, and forcing you to answer them. Would you? Would I ever dare? What does it feel like when I scrape my teeth down the side of your neck? Will you catch your breath – shiver – moan? What shall I do ne...
P simply waited. It was a long day, and she was heckled. Sipping on her gin and tonic, all she wanted was anything, anything that would alleviate the tension in her shoulders. She had come out, today of all days, because she wanted a release, nay, she needed a release. Out of the corner of her eye, she notices someone making his way over to her. She snorted...
Fox-Janner was livid as a matronly woman occupied Miles Dunton's seat, and a very stern looking large and buxom woman with glasses, every inch the strict schoolmistress, sat in place of the diminutive Marlon Baker; though concerned by Clyde Wilson's absence, he was relieved when the seat remained empty. The remaining males gawped at the two new women; their...
As Sheba's dress fell to the ground, Clarisse felt her heart racing. Not just at the sight of Sheba's nude body although that was certainly exciting. No, it was the reality of the situation. A young woman stood completely open in front of her, ready to submit to her will. Even though she had planned for this moment, it was hard to accept this as something re...
One day in May 1980 I received a telephone call from Morocco. She asked if I'd seen that month's issue with her fight. I told her that I had. Silence. "It was a mistake," she told me. "Cynthia caught me on a bad day," she said. The match had been fought earlier that year. Because of Cynthia's loss to an aging, but sexy first time grappler she was having diff...
All character depicted are 18 years old or older. This chapter is non-erotic (except for hints of dominance and submission). If you were looking for something erotic, try chapter 1 (dominance and pussy eating), chapter 2 (dominance and cock sucking), or chapter 3 (first time, vaginal). In any case I hope you enjoy! Feel free to comment! ***** Darcy waite...