Devon stepped from the warmth of his car into the chilled evening. A breath of wind caught up a handful of newly fallen leaves, and they whipped and twirled around a streetlamp before drifting to the ground as the wind passed. The neighborhood was well established, with the 1930's Bungalow style houses canopied by century-old maples. The house before him w...
"I accept the fact that deep down, I am a Black Muslim submissive," Tariq Gbagbo said with a shrug, and the big and tall young Black Muslim man sighed with relief as he saw a look of acceptance on the face of his beautiful wife Wahida Ali-Gbagbo. They had been having some problems lately, in and out of the bedroom. Finally, they decided to discuss them in th...
First a bit of background to this story. This is an actual account of one of my experiences. I am a male cross-dressing Bi-sexual. Versatile but prefer to take the sub bottom role. Chris is a guy I have met a few times, he is top only, well hung, not a good repeater but quite a long stayer. He does not actually do anything to me, just likes to be sucked and...
A low murmur echoed through the grand hall as music played softly in the night air and lords and ladies reveled in the nature of those who ruled with absolute power. Sitting upon a silver throne the high king surveyed the instruments of his power, his face stony and grim but his eyes gleaming with a desire for even more. Many lords requested an audience with...
I thought Dunlap always had a sweet-tooth for me but I never really thought to do anything about it. As attractive and sassy as she seemed, she was my neighbor down the hall and I was pretty active on my own, getting laid quite regularly. And it's a bad business, hooking up with a lady who lives almost on the other side of my walls. We were both in our earl...
The warmth of the apartment wrapped around us as we entered, amplifying the two-drink glow which had accompanied us from the bar. A slender, willowy reed, my companion shrugged off her long black leather coat, her surprisingly full breasts dancing sensuously with the movement. I handed her my trench-coat and headed for the kitchen as she made her way to the...
I found myself in an examination room much like ones found in everyday clinics that most doctors have. This scared me to no end, as I didn't wish to be examined amongst all these strangers. A man came into view and spoke in a slightly accented voice. "It will help if you relax Sable. It will keep you from having any more pain than necessary." he calmly inst...
I drank her in as soon as I entered the office. Her black skirt held tight around her hips - pinstripes accentuating her curves and aiming in a tight vee that served as an arrow to the otherwise hidden zipper. The skirt ended high enough on her thighs that she could only have planned to turn heads. Her shoes betrayed the same intension – sandals with a thin,...
There was no respite for Fenton's rigidity as the sneering maid commanded him in, rather than ask him. Even she now had some control over him, by just being female and having the merest element of assertiveness. She strutted ahead as she led the way; the beautiful feminine scent of the house enveloped Fenton's senses, ensuring his excitement was perpetuated;...
My senses were inflamed by the whiskey we'd shared and my blood was heated by the look in his eyes. We'd been hanging out at our neighborhood bar, playing games and laughing with the regulars; I'd worn a flowing top with a low, square neckline, jeans, and the boots he likes so much. My hair was loose and tousled, inviting his hands to run through it. Jack wa...