It had seemed that Alyssa had, had this dream before but she could never place the face of the stranger. Every night she would wake up in a feverish sweat and yet she always ached to be in this handsome stranger's arms. Tonight she had dreamed that this faceless Mandingo had taken her for a ride in his car and beneath the full moon undressed her by the brook...
Chapter 1 -- Dark as Wine In your presence, my posture changes. My shoulders are slightly rounded. I let my long black hair cover my face. My eyes tend downwards. It's not deliberate. It's the effect your presence has on me. This is not a game. You do not call me "slut, bitch, whore". I do not call you "master, owner". I don't pretend to understand a relati...
What's up dear readers? My name is Kiah Halls and I'm a young Black woman living in the City of Atlanta, Georgia. After completing my bachelor's degree at Spelman College, I enrolled at Georgia State University for my MBA. When I'm not in class, or at work, I'm having wicked fun in the realm of BDSM. I've become a dominatrix, kind of, and I'm really enjoying...
When Tim first suggested the idea, I thought he was joking. However, my boyfriend soon began building the first machine in our basement. When he took me downstairs to see it, the sight of his work made me instantly wet. He had built a powerful whipping device, using an old windshield wiper motor. It had a five-foot narrow rubber whip, which was attached to...
It's the middle of the night and all I need is someone to tell me what I'm doing outside. But there's no one here. No one in this tiny little town shares my insomnia. Not tonight, not last night or the night before. Every night of this summer I've been for a walk – unable to sleep in the lonely humidity of my room. Every night of this summer I've wandered th...
My name is Joseph McDonald. I'm a tall, good-looking, forty-something black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. What is my occupation? Let's see. I'm the General Chancellor of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts University, also affectionately known as CMU by students and faculty alike. What makes CMU so damn special? It's only the biggest private...
Author's introduction. I've not published to Literotia.com for long, with just two stories up. I'm pleased with the views, the hits my work gets. I'd like to see more comments. I've received some nice letters. I've been writing in open forums for about a decade, so I'm used to ignorant comments, somehow the reader mistaking my characters for me. I write s...
Unspoken Pleasures: Descent into Darkness There exists an unknown world, a world of delightful, dark delights and unspeakable pleasures that the mind fails to comprehend and which is unknown to most and flirted with by a few. This world holds deliciously decadent and lascivious carnal delights of the flesh that once tasted, can never be forsaken. This unse...
He had never before felt such trepidation about entering a taxicab. The cab ride, he knew, would be short and uneventful. However, it marked the end of a long journey and a rendezvous with reality -- where years of fantasies would turn into real experience. He worried that the experience would not match the fantasy. He worried that, after all the fantasy, he...
Isobel sat on her bed, Ysenda at her side. She still wore the kirtle. The fragrance of the scented oils on her body filling the small room. They had sat in silence on their return. Isobel looked at her hands in her lap and sighed "I am bewitched," she said softly. Ysenda took her hand, "You had no choice Isobel," she said and reached up to stroke Isobel's...