The next morning, we were in the kitchen drinking coffee and talking about how much fun the previous night's adventure was. You were wearing only your thin violet satin robe with the white lace on the ends and one of your beautiful breasts was exposed since the robe was tied very loosely. I told you how sexy you looked and you leaned in for kiss. Your lips t...
Young Terrill (Mac) McLaren pulled his old truck to the side of the new interstate highway and looked over the dry dusty valley. There was a small town nestling beside a small stream in its center. He saw the exit ahead that he would take to wend his way down into the town. He was returning to his childhood home after an absence of nearly five years. He had...
Cold rain whipped my face as I stepped from the train into the brisk November evening. I had left my car parked at the station knowing that I would not need it anymore. It was several blocks to my destination, a dingy strip bar where I would drown my sorrows and prepare for the inevitable. It was wet and miserable, but I was oblivious to the discomfort as...
Author's Note: There's plenty of sex in this story, but you'll have to wait. If you just want a wham-bam-thank-you-ma'm story, please read something else. If you like to read erotic stories, I hope you read on - and send me your comments! * * * * * PROLOG I fell madly in love with Anne during college, and at the end of our senior year I asked her to marr...
I come into your small office, dressed in a short plaid skirt, and a white button down blouse and high heels. My hair is in the cutest pig tails you've ever seen and I'm sucking on a lollipop. I start to unbutton my blouse button by button slowly revealing my front clasping black bra. You can start to see my tattoo that's situated right between my breast. Y...
The girl was getting nervous. Her Master had promised a full long weekend of strict bondage, submission, punishment and erotic tortures. He had promised to push her harder than he ever had before, and to make several fantasies, his and hers, come true. He had been making a lot of threats when discussing this trip, she didn't know how serious to take any of...
My name is Fatima Johnson. A big Black woman living in the city of Nepean, Province of Ontario. I used to have a very different life. Back in the day, I worked for the Canadian Revenue Service. I had my MBA from McMaster University and I was well on my way to becoming a force to reckon with. At least in business circles. I was married to a good-looking Black...
"Bend over." Oh god. Anything but that. I bend over and rest my weight onto my arms and knees with my ass high in the air. "That's a good girl. Good little slut." I'm slightly disgusted hearing you speak to me this way but I tingle and fill with lust hearing you call me 'little slut'. I'm burning with shame as I'm fully exposed to you. You slowly caress m...
I have recently begun slut training. I have a trainer who lives some way away (we met online), and he gives me tasks to complete. As soon as we began chatting online he could see I had the potential to be an excellent slut, and quickly offered to train me. He has trained several sluts before, many remotely. I have given him complete control of my sexual plea...
They could hear the rush-hour traffic noises outside the hotel room window as the five o’clock sun streamed in the window. The heat in the room was stifling and she threw open a window; not caring who looked up and saw her in her black-lace bra, black fishnets and spike heel pumps, running her manicured hands through her dark hair, which made her look more s...