Don't you dare tell me that Black cuckolds don't exist, seriously. Do a little research. We who are in the Black cuckolding lifestyle are simply more discrete than our white counterparts, for cultural and sociological reasons. My name is Jeanne Dupuis-Pelletier and I'm a young Black woman of Haitian descent living in the City of Randolph, Massachusetts. Five...
I started in the participation journalism business because of my wife. Of course we started back before we were married. We met in college and quickly realized that we were soul mates. The fact that she was so easy on the eye certainly helped My wife is beautiful, long auburn hair, porcelain complexion. Fabulous legs and great tits. I won't lie, her looks op...
The Perfect Pair Part 1 (fetish, chastity, consensual, cross dressing, lesbian) By ChangeYourPassword Author's Note: This is a work of fiction. It is a story of sexual fantasies and fetishes. These sexual practices are not for everyone, but those of us who delve into them understand the allure. The characters in the story certainly do. If you enjoy this s...
The Beginning. I don't remember much of how I originally got myself into my current situation; it all seems so long ago and far away. All I'm really sure of is I was an IT geek working at a client site for a few months, I was staying at the local Marriot full time and only traveled home once every two weeks. It was a pretty miserable existence, people we...
Dear Shoeblossom: Miguel awaits me, as he and his assistants prepare the cocaine with baking soda. Mig gives orders mostly, and the fellows chop and mix the drugs, and suddenly, there I am in my snug little Hello Kitty top and cargo pants. I've been out shopping with Miguel's Platinum Visa, and I grin at him loopily. "Remy, honey how are you?" Mig smil...
After a few months, I had enough saved (I say "I" because Davey didn't have any money anymore, it was all considered mine, hahaha) to make a good down payment on the kind of house Jenna and I wanted, plus I had plenty of pay stubs from the camming site to show that between my income and Davey's, we could afford whatever house payment would be required. We fo...
I was sitting nervously in front of the mirror in the newly decorated guest room. Chad was set to arrive in half an hour. My wife was getting ready in what was for now our bedroom. She had told me to dress up for the occasion, though I was still to wear my maid's outfit. I opened my jewelry box and tried to decide how to accessorize. I selected a lace choke...
The following contains themes of forced feminization, reluctance, non-consent, and other adult topics, so before we begin here are the usual disclaimers. This is porn, you must be over 18 to read this. If not, go away and come back when you are old enough. If you are old enough and this style of erotica isn't to your liking, then go find some erotica that is...
Di gently stroked Trent's dick with her red nails. "You like that, Trina, you little bitch?" she whispered softly in Trent's ear. "Mama may want you to go suck some dicks for her later worthless little tranny-bitch." She lay next to Trent in her low cut blue velvet embossed chemise and scalloped lace trim. Trent, for his part was wearing pink stockings and...
The castle was silent this early in the morning, and I crept through the halls in nothing but my nightgown, heading towards Silas's room. I had used up all of the potion he had given me, and quick - turns out, having the stronger orgasms had only made my need even more insatiable. And now I was even more horny, all the time. But the potion was gone. And th...