I had met Sue online a couple of months before. We had chatted and gotten to know each other a little before we met in person. I arrived at the motel we decided to meet at and Sue was there with her husband Scott. I went to the office to get the key to the room, and then Scott and Sue followed me up to the room. In the room, we talked for a couple of minutes...
This story is not intended for children and if you are not old enough to read sexually explicit material, go away. This story features some elements of female domination (femdom), teasing & denial, chastity training, mild bondage, creampies, cuckolding cross-dressing and a few other fantasies of mine. I hope you find it entertaining, but if you might be offe...
Meet Hanifa Rindu-Bertrand, a young Indonesian-American Muslim woman living in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. Born in the town of Bangkalan, on the Western Coast of Madura Island in Indonesia, Hanifa and her family moved to New England a long time ago. At first, the family struggled, like many first-generation immigrants, but through hard work and dedica...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venom...
Is it possible for a Black man to fetishize his own race? That's what I want to know. My name is Dillon Blackmore, but you can call me D.B. I was born in the City of Halifax, Nova Scotia, to a Jamaican immigrant father and a white Canadian mother. That's a story in and of itself, how my parents met and stayed together. I'll tell you about it some other time....
So, here I was, kissing Julie, whose mouth was full, I mean full, of my come, and my girlfriend, Karen, had arranged the whole thing. Karen, my outgoing, red-headed, athletic girlfriend had been out drinking with her friend Julie, and had told her that I like to eat my own cream pies (well, and snowballs, and pearl necklaces, too!). This, apparently, got Jul...
The tropical sun bore down over Crane Beach as Jon and Marissa slowly wandered back to their hotel. They had just spent the late morning hours strolling along the pristine southeastern Barbados shoreline, holding hands and laughing with the occasional shoulder-bumping tease. Marissa shared stories of being on this beach throughout her lifetime on the island....
Becca looks around, assessing the people in the lounge. Trent was at her side, studying the bodies in the room. People milled around in the lounge, some talking, others eating or watching TV. None of them were the right material. "Dead end" Becca says disappointed. She pushes a stray strand of hair back and turns to Trent. "Maybe later" "Wait!" Trent whisp...
A week later, I'm in the limo again headed toward my Master's house. I'm kind of excited and nervous. I'm going to be collared tonight. I'm wondering about the collaring ceremony. Master hasn't explained anything. After the ride up the long driveway, the limo stops and I get out. Master is waiting for me and gives me a long French kiss. "Tonight's the night,...
*** I do not own rights to these characters. This is not canon.*** Lt. T'Rokk Carter finally returned to Deep Space 9. After being dropped off in the badlands by the Maquis, he had been deployed to other duties, for quite some time. He breathed a sigh of relief when he found out he was headed back to DS9. It always had a feeling of home. Unfortunately, th...