All kinds of guys are walking around in the hood, acting like they're all big and bad. The truth is that in the hood, it's the women who run the show. Doesn't matter where you go, or what colour you are. Take me for example. My name is Jasmine Brown. A young African-American woman living in the City of Toronto, Province of Ontario. I'm originally from the Ci...
This story is purely fictional and the product of my imagination. Please do not re-copy it with out attribution. It is not intended to be part of any pay sites and I would object to this story being used in that fashion. You can contact me. * Foreword The best presents are personal, have a lot of thought put into them, and involve some personal investment...
[Prefix: Some added information for those who will read on. As noted this story is one mostly about t-girls who work as dominatrixes and live much of their lives en femme. It's a story of a developing relationship and incorporates other characters in supporting roles. BDSM and other forms of sexual eroticism has been and will be written in the story, but so...
Why is a tough Saudi guy like Mohammed Ibrahim crying like a little bitch? Well, it might have to do with the fact that Mistress Habesha, the Ethiopian dominatrix from Montreal, Quebec, has her fist up his ass. The big Arab man squirmed on the table, but to no avail since he was bound hand and foot by thick steel chains. Mistress Habesha cackled gleefully as...
Several months have passed since Queen Elena had lost her fight against young Mei Lin. Very soon, the Triad began to operate also in Europe, extending the control to an oil spill. But even if the queen had been defeated, private organizations were not, and Madame Shi knew it. There were numerous obstacles in continuing to import goods and materials from ano...
"I absolutely love pegging macho brothers with dreadlocks," Noor Bashir said, and with that, the curvy, big-bottomed and gorgeously dark-skinned, Afro-sporting and stylish African American Muslim dominatrix inspected her latest submissive, and smiled with satisfaction. Clad in a black tank top over a red miniskirt and thigh-high black leather boots, Noor loo...
"Jamila, I must admit, when I first saw you in the Capital University library, I thought you were soft and sweet," Jean-Paul Stephens said with a nervous smile, and he looked upon his dominatrix with newfound reverence. Mistress Karangwa, also known as Jamila Karangwa, smiled at the burly, handsome and dark-skinned young Haitian gentleman who sat across from...
As Salam Alaikum, people. Shaima Lokuron here. I am a South Sudanese Muslim woman living in the Deep South, working for Walkerton Engineering Incorporated, a prominent civil engineering company headquartered in lovely metropolitan Atlanta, Georgia. I graduated with a civil engineering degree from Georgia Tech and was fortunate enough to find work in my field...
I woke up one morning to sounds of sexual activity coming from downstairs. I thought perhaps my friend Nicole was watching pay per view again with home theater cranked up to loud. So I went downstairs to lower the volume. In walking down the stairs I discovered the sounds were not emanating from the family room but instead the bathroom. I crept down the ha...
James and I had been doing more role playing lately as a way for him to get to know his softer side a bit more. Jasmine had been out of the house a few times and I was hopeful that she would be ready to spend more time out together, rather than hiding in the shadows of dark restaurants, then rushing to the car and home. I know James was afraid of being point...