I stand on the sidewalk after work waiting for Him, the only man I will ever love because I belong to Him, He owns me completely. I have given Him complete control of my thoughts, my body and actions. I am no longer a person but a possession, a toy to please Him. I wait for Him because I am not allowed to drive myself. He does not trust me to follow the rul...
The black girl was moaning now, ending with a soft "Ungh!" when Tye reached the end of his penetration, pushed a little then, and started his pull-out. Her first lover, the older man, still played with her thigh and breasts, getting little giggles in the overall moaning and groaning. It looked fascinating. But I was being ignored! No way. If I couldn't have...
Considering that I had never anticipated such an explosive orgasm, I figured it had to be the alcohol and shrugged it off. The next morning I woke up with my first ever legitimate hangover and the first thing Louise asks me is if I remember the night before (see part one for those who don't.) and she is wearing nothing but a damp bathrobe and a mischievous g...
Dinner was over. The candles were waning and it had started to get slightly cold. She started to clear the empty plates from the table when suddenly, she felt Pau's hands stroking her thighs from behind, sliding under her miniskirt. She closed her eyes as his hands stroked the soft flesh of her thighs and trembled with lust. Under the short skirt she wore...
Yasmin Hussein is the name and I am a Hijab-wearing Muslim woman from Somalia living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Got a story to share with you. Before we get started, though, I want to make one thing perfectly clear. What I do with my pussy is my own damn business, and I answer to one on this. A lot of Muslims in Ottawa and beyond lead double lives, havi...
Memoirs of Kitty Siam – Scorched Earth. Four thousand throats may be cut in one night by a running man – Klingon proverb It took an hour or so before our team was assembled in the library. At first, most of those commanded by the prince to be there were not sure why they were taken away from their homes and family to be ushered into the great library. I ga...
Chapter 01 - Santa Eduviges Island. Trish Bousquet quietly stared through the airplane window of her first-class seat at the calm Caribbean waters below. The colors she saw were truly special, unique to that part of the world... the brilliant turquoise water punctuated with ragged reefs and dotted with dark green islands. She reflected that she had been in...
She was pouty, and seemed very disappointed in herself. I finally pulled her back into my lap and grabbed two clothes pins from my coffee table and placed them on her nipples. I laid her with her chest extensions between my legs and started fingering her. She was getting hot again, but I this time restrained her from her orgasm. And that would be her punishm...
The lights came on with the flick of a few switches, the large dining area, the secret cubbies customers retreated to for their reservations, the kitchen, the front area where guests were signed in and seated, all came alive with the lights. Brit walked to the front station where she would be greeting guests and explaining the dining rules while she led them...
How my life had changed in the two months since I had taken in Caroline as my lodger. The arrangement seemed ideal at first – I was a newly divorced male and she was a single girl. Of course, I should have foreseen that the 30 year age gap might present a problem but that is the wonder of hindsight. My few clumsy passes appeared to annoy her but not to the...