Saying a story is true is a tricky concept, but this is how I recall that evening about twenty years ago, now. Some parts I remember vividly, while others I admit I'm probably filling in details or idealizing after the fact, maybe even romanticizing a bit. I was about twenty-six or twenty seven. I joke these days to friends that when I'm trying to remember...
Every year, the DAALS a Black Femdom organization invade a city to form white slave and establish a place where dominant Black Woman could live their life as they see fit. Not all Black women in life are dominant. It's an idea some people love to share even if it's not right at all but there's some with bad intention. Being Dominant don't mean they are bad p...
With the necromancer vanquished and my orb back where it belonged, the rest of the last day was relatively uneventful for me and my group of friends. The rangers "returned" from their caravan mission and Samantha and Meaghan got dressed leaving me, once again, as the only naked girl in camp. Throughout the rest of the day, the other groups finished their qu...
"I love the Hitachi you gave me, Dermot. It's much better than any vibrator I've ever experienced." Ermine smiled at me, kittenishly. She dove the Hitachi in question into her muff and moaned. I was tied to a chair, naked as always, watching this display. I hoped that the purchase of the new vibrator might keep her out of other men's beds, at least for a...
"Bridget" Ray wasn't done, though, talking about Southeast Asia, the women there. He moved from Thailand, the adventure he'd had one night, to the Philippines. This was all new to me. I'd worked with Ray ten years. He was my boss and friend, though we weren't really close. I realized I knew less about him than I'd thought. He said a friend of his, a forme...
Ten years later and I still have the scratchy recording I made with my phone through the paper-thin wall. Here's a brief transcript: ... a door slamming ... kissing ... laughter ... "why don't you show me how good you are?" ... the unmistakable sound of deep throat gagging ... "oh yeah, fuck yeah" ... "lick my clit, lick it, yeah get those fingers deep insi...
In the early 90's I was working at a multiplex while I was in college. I was the concessions supervisor, which was a fun job - I was 20 and most of those I was in charge of were female and younger. Betsy, one of my classmates, had gotten me the job after we'd become fast friends. She introduced me to Renee. Renee was a Rubenesque, reasonably attractive blond...
Trigger Warning: This story contains some sexual and emotional violence. This is nota healthy representation of a relationship, nor should it be something to strive for in your own life. This is a work of fiction, and the actions taken in this story are taboo for a reason. Be good to each other. School let out for the summer, leaving Kendall and Jackson with...
Every year, the DAALS a Black Femdom organization invade a city to form white slave and establish a place where dominant Black Woman could live their life as they see fit. Not all Black women in life are dominant. It's an idea some people love to share even if it's not right at all but there's some with bad intention. Being Dominant don't mean they are bad p...
This one is for the Halloween Story Contest, so as always, your votes and comments would be much appreciated. * No surprise, my friend Kayla's Halloween bash was surreal, like off I'm talking the charts. She really knew how to throw a party. Seeing as the invite said: 'Uber Sexy Costumes Only, Please!' I could see that everyone got the message. I don't th...