Hey. I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Chris. I'm Tiffany's boyfriend. And I'm about to tell you about the weirdest, and yet most amazing night of my life. But first you have to understand - it all begins with Tiffany, and those gorgeous tights. --- I first met Tiffany while shopping at the local mall. She was a year older than me (I was 18 at the tim...
The secret lives of women never cease to boggle our collective imaginations, especially when dealing with the fierce, beautiful, embattled and triumphant Black American female. The heroine of our tale, Josephine Montagnard, is the living example of a study in contradictions. She was born in the City of Hampton, Georgia, to middle-class African-American paren...
This idea that all Black guys fear pegging is absolutely ridiculous. My name is Cassandra Farmingdale and I'm a young woman living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. I was born in the City of Mississauga, to a Jamaican immigrant father, Frank Farmingdale, and a white Canadian mother, Jessica Tremblay. I stand five-foot-nine, curvy and sexy, with light brown sk...
He sits back in his chair, sipping the tea. she had requested an audience and was now before Him sitting on her heels with her hands up turned on her thighs, back straight, head bowed, and eyes closed. His eyes took in the beauty of her breasts thrust forward and rising with each breath. He drank deeply of the sight and began to plot the activities of the...
When he told her what he had in store for this afternoon, she could hardly wait. The redhead hurried over to the apartment. As she entered, he greeted her at the door with a big wet French kiss. As they separated, he lead her to the computer where she would be seated this time. He walked her through the steps she would need to follow to record his physiolo...
It was one of those dreams where I knew the instant it started that I was dreaming, but couldn't force myself to wake up or change the story. I was in a big city, one I recognized but could not name, walking quickly down a busy sidewalk canyoned by silver skyscrapers. The wind blustered all around me, kicking up skirts and tossing long hair in all direction...
It was mid-afternoon when he checked into the hotel. He sent a quick text message as he walked down the hallway, then unlocked and entered the room that was soon to be nothing more than a den of sin. Only weeks before his wedding, he knew that he needed just one last hurrah - to experience the thrill of another woman's body before he gave himself completely...
"Master Millar, you know I am your man. I'm doing my best. But the men aren't happy and they're not listening. They want better conditions, Master. They're talking strike." John Lachey held his hat in his hands and hoped that the Master would give him some kind of concession or offering to take back to his disgruntled mill workers before the threat of strike...
I guess it all started when I was floating around in some warm dark place. I remember being very happy and content. I didn't even know of Johnson, back then, although I am sure he was there, sharing the contentment and harmony of our little world. It wasn't long before that little world was disrupted and we were exposed to light, air, and sound. If I had k...
When you opened the hotel room and walked in I was laying on the bed looking forward to the evening. The look on your face was one of both shock and excitement as I got up and started walking towards you. "Hi," I said, reaching out to shake your hand. "I'm Rob," I said, and not one to be shy, I moved your hand down and placed it at my crotch. "Your friends a...