I was dressed unusually that day, black flip flops with sparkles on them, no socks, no bra. I was wearing a pair of black lace g-string panties, and a strapless silvery tube top with a knee length flowing black skirt that would flutter when I walked, that had silver flowers embroidered at the hem and along the seam and waist line. It had been a long day at t...
Alright, I can finally admit it to myself. I am a Muslim. I used to be one of those people who felt a strong dislike of Muslims, until I fell in love with one. It's funny how these things happen, huh? My name is Solomon Kingsley Henderson, although many of my friends have taken to calling me "King Suleiman" in recent times. It's my Muslim name, though it's n...
Wealthy lesbian woman befriends and helps a homeless woman. They called her the cat woman, albeit she only had three cats. Maybe, they called her cat woman because she fed stray cats and a cat or two always lingered by her back doorstep meowing for her attention and affection, hoping for some food, too. Her name was Jenna Charles. Ever since her long-time...
Escort Confessions II: Street Hooker Blues After the previous week's unexpected surprise, Harold has wasted no time sending over new attire for the new fantasy experience. Racquel excitedly opens the boxes and lays everything out on her bed, her pussy already soaked in anticipation. The first hint of what Harold had in mind: knee-high boots in cheetah print...
Usual standard declarations about age, etc. apply here. I like writing long stories, and this one drifted into becoming a novel-length story in the planning. I've dropped the first couple of chapters in to test the waters, so I hope you like it (no sex in the first chapter though – it takes a while to set things up). It covers a multitude of genres, so hope...
I was riding the subway late at night. I had left a friends house after having a few and decided to take the subway so I didn't have to pay for a cab. We had originally planned to go out clubbing, but ended up just hanging out at her place until late. When I got on the train there was just a couple, a homeless guy, and me. The homeless guy stared back and fo...
The Skin Ball Part One: The Bet *********** THE AURORA CAFÉ *********** If there was one party at Green College that defined Jessa West’s four years, it was the Skin Ball. That one night, more than any other, was the one that she remembered years later, the one that shaped her more than any professor, the one that taught her more about herself than any c...
The weekend arrived for our BDSM convention so we packed up the suv and headed to Downtown Detroit. Upon our arrival, we checked into our hotel and began to prepare for the first night of our convention. The hair on my neck stood at attention as I was dying of anticipation at the thought of being loaned out to strange Doms to be at their beck and call. Robb...
readyforprimetime This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This story originally appeared as Melissa's Legacy, and was written around V...
Keisha Jackson rearranged the few brightly wrapped presents in the trunk of her old SUV to make way for her daughter's wheelchair. How could something so small be so bulky and heavy? "How was choir practice tonight, my sweet angel?" she asked as she worked to get it in around the presents that she had picked from the charity while Breanne was at church. Ir...