The crazy shit that women do never ceases to amaze me. And I am a woman. The name is Mercy Jane Perkins. My friends call me M.J. Who am I? A six-foot-tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed, chubby and big-bottomed Englishwoman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I am forty three years old. And right now I'm dominating the hell out of a Black woman who w...
To bring you up to date, in part one of this narrative you get some of the details as to how my life with the Secret Society began. Some of you have written in the comments about your concerns related to STDs and other aspects of this adventure. Believe me, I had the same concerns, but once your life is intertwined with something such as the Secret Society,...
I remember the day he entered the plantation. He was a tall, dark-skinned man with a muscular physique. As he entered the gate chained with the other slaves, he looked at me. I observed his thick, athletic legs as they almost seemed to burst from the overalls he wore. His hair a deep black, it was long and knotted with curls, but complemented his Bistre brow...
For all lovers of literotica with a little humour and a twist, I dedicate this to you. Please feedback, I love to hear your comments. * Sasha stood at the top of the hill looking around, checking to make sure that they were alone. "Yeah babe, we have the place to ourselves. Get your bloody kit off and let's begin." Dropping her bag onto the grass at her...
This is the first in a series of "stand alone" stories of a female submissive/slave who will come to be known as "sclabh". While there is certainly a difference (subtle to some, not so subtle to others) between a submissive and slave this will be played out as time progresses. Much of what appears in the series is from my (its) experiences as a slave and occ...
Brandon Tolman sat on the well-used toilet within the confines of the dingy, yellowed bathroom. With sickened thought, he wondered how many prostitutes and how many illegal drugs had passed through the small motel room, located off the six-lane main highway running through Salt Lake City, Utah. As he sat, trying to empty himself of the many liters of alcoh...
Chapter 2: Kelli and Her Friends "Wow I can't believe Kelli invited me over to her place!" Daniel kept thinking to himself. The whole drive over seemed dreamlike - the painted road lines being as counters..WHOMP...WHOMP.....causing Daniel to drift ever deeper into his fantasy but then....BLAM!! It was no fantasy. For months and months Daniel dreamed about...
I'm fan - it's obvious - of LeasaJ stories. As many readers I am sorry she is a long time without making any new posts. More than that, I was sorry her story on Amos and Otis never continued. So, I have tried to make this sequel, using those characters she had so well developed. I know I have not her expertise, but I have tried to get and follow her style. I...
'I am black and you are white,' said Rebecca, rising to Ben's assertion that women did not have the mind-set to excel at chess. Hinting that she had some modest ability herself, and frequently played with friends, she had challenged him to join her in a game. There would have to be a handicap, though, in view of his professed superiority. 'Fine by me,' he...
Introduction I lie in my Master's arms. He is so broad and encompassing as I plaster myself against him. I'm shaking from what was sure to be an endless night before he rescued me. He is not the typical hero from the romance novel. Master is an older white male with smoker's teeth and a cane he uses sometimes to offset his growing belly. The only really con...