AUTHOR'S NOTE I wrote this story to please me. If it should please you also, that's icing on the cake. Since I'm always trying to improve my writing, I welcome all comments regarding the story, good or bad. Don't waste your time on the personal insults. If you are wise enough to actually offer ways I can improve, or point out something I should have done d...
Firmly tied up to a wooden post, Mary Adewale screamed as Kristi Rand whipped her hard with the Black leather belt. Deep down in the basement of the Orleans townhouse they shared in suburban Ottawa, Canada, they really got into it. The big and tall young Black woman's screams filled the house. Short, slim and blonde-haired Englishwoman Kristi Rand laughed he...
Tonight, the Down Low Sisterhood of Hollywood proudly welcomes a living legend, Hollywood actress and international icon Pam Grier. A woman whose name means excellence, beauty and strength. One of the few Black Princesses of the Box Office. The legendary star of iconic movies like Foxy Brown, Infiltrator and Jackie Brown. Superstar Alicia Keys decided to do...
I stepped out of the warehouse into a driving rain shortly after midnight. "Fucking rain," I thought. It had been raining for four days in a row and I was starting to think I should consider building an Ark. I was happy for my wide brim hat and the drover's coat I had picked up last year when I visited Australia. The wind was driving the rain at an angle, an...
I have written this story "Fifi La Femme-A Pansy at Last" mainly from personal experience as a mature homosexual transvestite who was a gay virgin until my early 40s. I hope that it will appeal both to extreme effeminates and the ultra-masculine men they ache to serve. Now divorced I've been living with my boyfriend Ron for three years as his gay wife and ye...
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING! This flash story is deliberately left open ended. At the end you will be able to write your own ending if you wish. I know some people like things to be wrapped up and that is cool, you like what you like. Please don't get angry if you choose to read this and are mad at the fact that I didn't provide a clear finale. Now onto the...
I was in the cell with Jose. I was getting ready for lights out and I had just showered and was only wearing a white, wrap around shorty towel. He was sitting on the toilet bowl naked, he was masturbating. "Kevin, give me a blow job", he said. I kept saying "no" and telling him to quit, but he was so persistent. He kept begging me so finally I agreed, on hi...
It was only spring but it had been a very hot and humid day. What I really wanted to do after getting home from work was to go for a swim. But it was spring. The council rules said that the local swimming pool opened for the summer season. A heat wave during spring didn't count. Rules are rules. And bureaucrats are idiots, but the pool stayed closed. I was...
Caitlyn Janice Moore is the name and wickedness is the nature of my game. I'm a six-foot-tall, lean and athletic, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm openly queer, and I am sole heiress to a multi-million-dollar fortune. By day, I am a Psychology student at the University of Carleton. At night, I am something el...
I pose in front of the mirror, sprawled in the chair in a spread-eagle slouch that lets me take in every inch of my body. All is visible: my face, breasts, stomach, pussy, and, if I lift up a little bit, the dark curvature of my ass and the cleft to its hole. All laid out on display, opened up to even more introspection by my prying fingers. Close enough for...