I was devastated by the sudden presence of the young black stud at our front door. After I finished relieving myself, I walked out of the bathroom with the front of pants partially wet. I looked over to my wife, Julie, who was still passed out cold on the bed. Numerous black ink spade stamps were strategically placed all over her body and face, and they we...
I saw the popup come up in the lower right hand corner of my monitor at work, indicating that I had email. I clicked on the icon and saw that it was from Lynda, my sexy 340 pound best buddy over the past year and a half. I opened it and read: Hey Stud: (I love it when she calls me that) I've had a Hell of a bad day with my boss and idiotic customers and c...
It was the first night in quite some time that Sandy had been out with with her old friends, or even out for that matter. But tonight it was her friends' annual get-together at Hogan's and she couldn't miss it for anything. They had been planning this for a looooong time. Her "buddy" was finally available to service her neglected sexual needs this evening, b...
Robert lead me naked like a dog on a leash to a table. There we had some drinks and snacks. From our table we could see three other white women being fucked by black men. I find that sight so erotic, to see white women submitting their soft white bodies to rutting black men. Those women were temporarily shackled as I was on my first visit to the club. I sat...
She knew from the moment she saw him she was going to fuck him. Tall, dark and handsome, he was a walking cliché right out of a steamy, erotic romance novel. Kristy's mouth went dry. He paused in the doorway to club Euro, scanned the crowded floor full of singles looking to hook up or just dance, and headed straight to the dark mahogany bar. Kristy immediate...
Author's note: There are some elements to the background of this story which would be incredibly difficult, if not impossible, to shoehorn into the story itself. To solve that problem, I have written this. It a short piece which is intended as an overview for some of the background. It does not go into great detail; it's a brief overview. The piece contains...
Author's note: This story contains violence and male abuse. Please do not read if you find this offensive or if it doesn't interest you. * I had been grading papers late in my office and was walking across the Quad at the University when my arm was shoved up into the middle of my back, causing me to drop my briefcase. Before I could even react, I was throw...
Chapter 2 I Prepare All week long I thought about Ryan and what a thrill it would be to dominate and transform him into my maid, I had to control myself and not masturbate as I wanted to be full for him. On the Wednesday evening I took out all my domination instruments and the female clothing I had aside for my slave. Carefully I inspected everything and m...
Nothing I love more than to spend some time at home, folks. Enjoying a quiet day in my mansion on Brockton's West Side. It's one of the things I enjoy the most. You see, the world makes sense once again. My name is Shavona Lavonne. A six-foot-tall, short-haired and bronze-eyed Black woman born and raised in New England. I attend Wellesley College. I am an em...
The world is changing. And many people are afraid of what these changes mean. Global warming. Political upheaval. Plagues. Wars. Yeah, all the flavors of humanity. It doesn't matter where you live, these changes will affect you. My name is Steve Voltaire and I'm a young black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Lots of chang...