Chapter 8 "The Hunt Begins" Sometime in the middle of the night Suki, somehow made it back to her bed. So, the next morning when Suki woke up in her own bed with a killer headache, the images from the previous night seemed like a bizarre dream. Snippets of her submission to, and subsequent sex with Benita flashing across Suki's mind and consciousness. Su...
My mind is running on my friend, casual lover and erotic artist client Dulcinda. I have just posted the story of one of her most unusual encounters, called 'Sexu-all,' but not long after that event she involved me in another encounter, which involved her and her new inamorata. This was a sensitive business because it resulted in the defloration of a girl who...
Lauren was sitting on the couch reading her the latest ebook release by her favorite author when she heard the garage door opening. Smiling to herself, she tapped her finger to turn the page while she waited for her husband to come inside the house. He was home a little early, which was nice. She usually managed to make it home before him, but this time she'...
Nabila "Nana" Osman can be considered beautiful by virtually any standard of beauty. Six feet tall, bodacious and curvy, with dark brown skin and long, curly dark hair which she no longer bothers to hide under a Hijab, she is classy, lovely and timeless. Whenever she steps out on a stroll, whether walking around downtown Toronto, or casually roaming the ever...
Pam walked in with Jim holding hands as she made her way to her desk for the first time as a married woman. Jim couldn't be any happier as you could see it in his eyes and smile, but Pam's smiles were hiding the way that she felt today. This was the first time she was going to see Toby since what happened on her wedding day and she had no idea what to expect...
"Samuel X, over the years you've pissed me off, annoyed the hell out of me, basically stalked my ass online, yet we share a weird connection, why is that?" KenJDoll said sharply, and the curly-haired, caramel-hued young biracial woman looked at the big and tall, Afro-sporting, roughly handsome, forthrightly bisexual Haitian guy who stood on her doorstep, a c...
I looked him over, studying his posture, his clothing, the way he licked his lips nervously. I mentally check over the things I have in my bag and their placement. Thank God I had brought all my rope; this was not a small man. Sure, he came across all cocky online. Switch fight, eh? All's fair in love and war I suppose, and I'd learned a bit about taking ca...
Queen Of The Sisterhood Part Two - Retribution For the first time in decades a man has infiltrated the sacred halls of the Sisterhood. Now Queen Xyta must learn who he is, where he's come from and who he works for. But this spy is cocky and well trained, apparently able to withstand all manner of conventional torture with a shrug and a grin. Days, weeks i...
Disclaimer: I do not own Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Willow Rosenberg was not jealous. Really! She wasn't. Because that would be petty, possessive, unproductive and a whole bunch of other bad words. Buffy was allowed to have other friends, and it was nice that she was getting so cosy with the othe...
Harriet Saint-Bernard here. A young Black woman of Haitian descent living near the City of Toronto, Province of Ontario. These days, life couldn't be better. Sixteen months ago I graduated from Ottawa University with my Master's degree in Finance. And I currently work for the Target Corporation in downtown Toronto. Not bad for a tall and chubby, awkward Blac...