The doorbell rings. I take a long look into the mirror. The woman staring back at me smiles a black smile. I tuck my short black hair behind my ear and reposition my breasts in my black tank. Tattoos peek from under the plundering neckline on a canvas of pale skin in shades of potent blues, reds, greens, and purples and through my shirt you can slightly make...
You began your time in Mareth as a human, yet soon realized that one could not survive in this tainted land with such a puny body; you quickly rectified that. -------------------------------------------------------- You are an 8 foot tall omnibus, with a curvy frame and bulges of muscle throughout. Your skin is so dark that it absorbs any light in a small...
Three months into her new job and Gabrielle couldn't believe her luck. She had been fucking the two basketball coaches on a regular since her amazing first day. Sometimes the two would come together as they had on that fateful day but more often they would each visit her on their own. Sneaking into her office whenever they thought they had a few private mome...
I awakened with a dull headache and a cottony mouth, proof certain of excessive imbibing of the fermented grape and the evil weed last night. I blinked and squinted into the bright morning light streaming in through the sliding glass door that leads out to the bedroom patio. The blue, acrylic hot tub sunken into the deck was uncovered and wisps of heat vapor...
Back to the other duo again, Mya was now indeed lying on her back, stretched out, and Pink was stroking her hosed legs, as she was licking at the bottom of Mya's feet. She tasted the nylon as her tongue slithered upwards, 'till her tongue was circling around Mya's toes, starting from the little one, licking the bottom of them one by one, until she had come t...
There are so many customs associated with the slipping of human life to the unknown otherworld's that await us, some believe that the passing should be a celebration of remembrance, others a mourning of those who will no longer share our walk of the mortal coil. Customs litter the passing of life, such as paying the ferryman or how long a body must remain ex...
CHAPTER 6 -- TRAINING A NEW SLAVE The caravan of Governor Glaoui was preparing to leave Casablanca for the oasis of Ouarzazate. Among the many retainers and servants mounted on donkeys and camels, the Governor's elaborate wagon stood out as a touch of luxury. Next to it in magnificence was a gilded wagon, painted with red and blue decorations, and closely c...
October 5th, 2063 Lexi reached for his purse and took out his compact mirror. Mostly out of nervousness, he had to check his appearance again. Alexandra St. Claire was sitting in the waiting room for Carter Logistics on the 56th floor of the MacArthur Building in Chicago, trying to get one of the most coveted jobs available for white bois these days. Being...
30 MINUTES EARLIER A black BMW Z4 convertible pulled up to the entrance of the Windsor Park hotel in downtown Nashville. The driver's door opened and a pair of red Converse All Stars planted themselves on the sidewalk as Hayley Williams climbed out of the luxury vehicle. She spotted a handsome young hotel employee named Jordan wandering out through the vas...
SugarPucker Creek If there was one name in all of Sutter's Hollow that was almost always linked with troublemaking and mischief, it was Bobbi-Jo Butters; just plain BJ to those who knew her well. Bobbi-Jo was a down home southern tom boy with short muss-cut dark brown hair, freckles in all the naughtiest of places, and big beautiful baby-blue doe-eyes that...