My name is Jessica Brideshead and by my own admittance I've got major issues. Simply put, I think I am a bigot. I can finally admit it now. I am not fond of people of color. It has to do with growing up in the city of Montreal, Province of Quebec. Most of the White folks living there are racist and don't hide it. That's our nature as Quebecers I'm afraid. Ho...
Normally sitting in a comfy chair and having your nails done is one of the most relaxing experiences anyone could have. But Ashley's mind was nothing but filled with worry as she sat in the chair dressed in an outfit meant for a little girl, wearing a full, leaking diaper as her stomach started to cramp. Ashley kept glancing at the other ladies, wondering if...
Chapter 2 – New Sensations The man in the purple-edged toga did not turn as he strode out of the holding cell. Adeline's wet eyes flung daggers at his receding back, but despite the force of her anger, there was no visible effect. She could hear him talking to someone, probably one of the guards, before he left the building, but she couldn't make out what h...
The power of anger is something no one should underestimate. It grabs hold of you and won’t let go. And it affects you long after the feeling has abated. Whether you’re male or female, Black or White, Straight, Bisexual or Gay. Trust me. This is something I learned the hard way. My name is Bernard Lamont. A big and tall Black man of Haitian descent living in...
Copyright 2008. All rights reserved. This material may not be reprinted or posted on any other internet site without the expressed written consent of the author. * Katrina watched the scene and mentally drifted back to an earlier time, a time when the situation was reversed and she was powerless and on her knees, a frightened teenager begging for mercy. I...
Note from author: I really am a florist and part time instructor at our local college. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. Don't forget the feedback, please vote, and thanks for choosing to read this. * As she lugged the last of the cases of flowers from her car to the loading dock she took a last look up at the sky. It was a bright and clear sp...
Chapter One: A New Master She was a lovely thing, blonde hair so pale it was like silver, eyes so black they seemed endless voids of rage and resentment. Her skin was white as alabaster. She was a statue of a goddess brought to life. Jahir was pleased. "Where did you find her?" he asked of the slave merchant. "She was sold to me by another trader," the...
"Senator, I..." "Call me Ted or uncle Ted if you like, young lady. What were you saying?" "You want to have sex with me, don't you, uncle Ted?" "Isn't that what you're here on my boat for? I mean you've been shaking that little ass of yours at me back at the marina for the last two weeks!" "I really like older men." The deliciously well appointed young b...
Zora felt her pussy tingle as she lay flat upon the vibrating power emitter. She could feel an orgasm building but she had to remain silent as the guards strode over head. She could hear their foot falls against the grate. They were looking right at her but they could not see her, her chameleon like changeling flesh making her fade into the gray metal surfac...
You know you've got a good woman in your life when she sticks up for you even when you tell her not to. For real. My name is Steve Salomon and I'm a big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm in my final year in the business management program at Carleton University, and life just couldn't be better. It's large...