Well I can't believe that it's been almost a year and a half that my beautiful submissive has been serving me. She is everything and more a Master could want. Not only is she a gorgeous thin blonde with and incredible ass, but she is absolutely energetic in her obedience. When we meet for play, she is wearing the sexiest little panty and bra sets which high...
This story is a work of fiction but is based on some true incidents. Names and places have been changed for obvious reasons. I would love to hear back from you. My boyfriend Tony burst out laughing upon hearing my experience at a local bookstore that morning. I pouted. That made him laugh even harder. He responded by saying "Hmm... that gives me new ideas!"...
"Who's your strong Black goddess? Fool, speak up when you're spoken to," Lethal Lipps said sharply as she stood, hands on her hips, glaring down at the muscular, stocky and fit brother who knelt at her feet. The curvy, brown-skinned, dark-haired and sultry African American porn star licked her infamous lips, a smug smile on her lovely face. Impatiently she a...
This story is completely fictional and is intended for mature readers, the characters names and situations do not represent anyone real and are completely chosen at random. This all started about a month ago when I was getting bored with all the wannabe Mistress's I'd been encountering online for the past year, finally I had found a women who sounded for re...
"Edouard, you thought church women were dull and boring, huh? Serves you right," Marie Rose Eustache said sharply as she looked at the big and tall young black man kneeling at her feet. Like a lot of Haitian men, Edouard LeRoi was full of himself, and while Marie Rose likes a confident man, cocky bastards got on her last nerve. Hence why she decided to teach...
Supergirl Saves the Planet Yes, I wrote this from scratch It was just a normal weekend day. About lunch time I asked her if she wanted anything to eat. She suggested we order some subs. I got online and ordered them and then left to pick them up. When I returned I called to her that I was back. What I saw appear is nothing short of phenomenal. She walk...
(There is a loud knock on the door) "It's here," I yell. I run to answer the door, but somehow my husband got to it faster than me. I can't help but to wonder how he does that sort of thing. In fact he was already signing for our package when I got there. My hubby has a grin on his face that extends from one ear to the other as he hurriedly runs to the...
She stepped onto the bus. The smell of gasoline, exhaust and partially cleaned bodies, roasted by the July sun, filled her nose. The odor was thick and foul in the air, heavy enough to have a discernable weight upon her bare, sweat glistened arms. She managed to push past the offensive aroma and set her eyes to the task of finding her seat. They swept quic...
Mariella Yasimoto-Johnson is the name, and I was born in the City of Toronto, Ontario, to a Japanese-Canadian mother and a Jamaican immigrant father. Five-foot-eleven, brown-skinned, black-haired and brown-eyed, sturdy and curvy but fit, that's me. I am the unique daughter of two different worlds. It's not easy being a mixed-race woman in the Confederation o...
We met at a bar. Cliché, I know, but it's one of the most relaxed places to meet a date from online. Julie was gorgeous, curvy, and confident, with long red hair and glossy pink lips. We each had two beers and spent the time whispering naughty things to each other in the middle of the crowded room. We talked about limits, our partners, and things we were com...