Finally, I feel like I am where I belong. Picture this, if you will. A big and tall, muscular Black man clad in a pink tutu and frilly White panties, my face fully made up and my lips properly rouged. I am kneeling before a six-foot-tall, slender red-haired White chick and sucking her strap-on dildo. My Mistress Amelia Heinrich smiles at me as I suck her dil...
Hey, there. I am that rare Black woman who craves White guys. And this is my story of going around trying to satisfy my lust. The name is Anita Berry. I live in the city of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I study business administration at La Cite Collegiale. And for as long as I can remember, I've been into White guys. I can't explain. There is just something...
Preface Readers: I write to titillate, arouse, and entertain. Much of the material contained in this story is explicitly descriptive of an alternative lifestyle. If your comfort zone is based on missionary sex every other Thursday around 8 pm, this story will likely not suit your reading tastes. Comments are welcome, especially those that deal with the way...
Chapter one The preparations for my wedding proceeded apace, I was never allowed to see my wedding dress and was kept hooded during all of the fittings for it, these fittings were numerous and each time the skirt was made tighter, I wondered how on earth I would be able to walk in it. My training in every area increased, my voice coach visiting daily, my co...
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. All characters are 18 years or older when in sexual situations. Thank you to Soma99 and Sue for...
My name is Jackson Leroy III. I'm a young Black man originally from Boston currently living in rural Virginia. I'm a student at the Fraser Institute of Technology. It's a small, four-year private technical college with only about thirty eight hundred students. I found out about them my senior year of high school. I attended Saint Paul Academy, an all-male Ca...
During the absence of the newlyweds, my time was split between work and endless moments of thinking at home. I had a feeling of emptiness; I was missing Abida and our Master. This, however, gave me plenty of time to consider the situation I would have to face when they return. I could not avoid thinking that I had been the initiator of all this, the one, no...
There is a most exclusive club in Los Angeles called "The D Club". You won't find it on any maps or street directories because for most people it does not exist. It is situated in the disused underground level of a famous hotel and the members pay well to be left alone by the hotel. There are only 36 members, they are all extremely rich women who are real li...
I think all human beings are bad news. Doesn't matter what their race or gender is. Even people who have been mistreated throughout history turn around and do the same exact thing to innocent others. It never ceases to amaze me. The bigotry some minorities can have for other minorities. Take my submissive Ahmed Aimren for example. He's a Middle-Eastern guy l...
Authors Note: This is a revised version of a previously submitted original story. Revisions of the other three original chapters of this series have also been completed and will be submitted soon. It all started several weeks ago. I had come to the realization that I needed something more in my life. My daughter was beginning her senior year of high school...