My apologies to all my readersfor the delay in posting chapter three. Life tends to get in the way I awoke from a very deep sleep. Marge had a new spring in her step and she was making our morning coffee while whistling a little tune. "Good morning honey!" she smiled, as she poured the coffee into two cups and brought them over. She handed me one then...
The descriptions of my husband Curt and I are in my profile, so check it out if you would like an idea. I was going to try to put this in third person as someone suggested, but since i was relating events as they happened; it was just easier to recount it from my point of view. Sorry, its just the style I'm comfortable with. One of the best things about my...
I knew I was in for trouble upon seeing the eagerness of the demon boy to train me. I had hoped that nobody would want me because I was not trained. Having been captured by the demon slave hunters two weeks ago, I had violently resisted anything they tried to do to train me, so they eventually gave up and decided to get rid of me as soon as possible, auction...
Since the first day that Amy had started at the up and coming firm of a progressive law office in Southern Alabama she had dreamed of seducing her boss. She fantasized about it, masturbated to it, dreamed of it at night. She was completely consumed with the tall black man with the disarming smile and gentle eyes. She new he was a bulldog in the courtrooms, a...
If I had a dollar for every time some fool who fancies himself or herself a Hunter came after me, I'd be a rich woman. Ever since the world found out about my kind's experience in 2015, it's been pure hell. Vampires have lived among humanity for thousands upon thousands of years, existing in secret, stalking the shadows. We only killed when we had to, and we...
Young Irish Housewife Succumbs To Jungle Fever (Chapter 1) To give the story some context I will tell you a bit about my life. My name is Kate and I am pretty much your typical suburban housewife, I am married to Pat and we live in a small town about an hour drive from Dublin. I am 34 and Pat is 36, we have been together since our late teens and married fo...
This is my first attempt at writing from a third person point of view... It was a warm summer night. The humid southern air cast a shiny glow on the skin of the crowd of teens crammed together in Eileen Becker's house on Elm Drive. High School had just ended, Eileen's parents were away for the weekend and tonight she had every intention of becoming a wom...
It was 10:06 and the slave was late. Again! Mistress was not happy. This new slave was turning out to be more of a problem than anything else. He would need a severe punishment this time since it seemed that the last one hadn't been effective enough. Grrrrrr. Rrrrrrrrrrrring, the doorbell rang. Mistress got up languidly and walked down the hallway to open...
Christmas bonus time means we can take one of our trips to shop for sexy clothes on a weekend break to London. This particular trip turned into a memorable experience for all concerned. My wife loves to dress up for our visits to the city and today was no different. With a short black leather skirt, stockings, calf high black leather boots and a figure hugg...
My name is Karl Beau. I'm a six-foot-two, big and rugged, dark-skinned young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. The international Haitian community is going through some tough times these days. My friends and I have formed a group at school to raise money for the Haitian community and help the relief efforts of the internatio...