Samantha headed to a sports convention in Atlanta. This was nothing new, she had been to dozens of them throughout the years. She was used to being the only young black woman in a room full of older white men, it was just the nature of her business. She held her own and was never intimidated. In fact, sometimes she was turned on by the fact that she has just...
Vanessa is woken out of a dead sleep to the sound of a screaming rock band as her alarm went off. "6:00am" it displayed in bright red numbers in her dark room. She removed the covers and looked down to see that she was dressed in a black tee-shirt with a pink glittery skull and the same pink panties that she wore yesterday. She was clearly back to normal siz...
I didn't lose my virginity until I was 24 years old. I was very introverted and I couldn't talk to women in person, in a social capacity, outside a regular circle. If it weren't for the internet, I'm pretty sure I'd still be much the same. I'd be on my way to being a real '40 year old virgin.' I was very sexually frustrated. It wasn't that I was "saving m...
Note: This story is the forty-eighth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous forty-seven episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I st...
He was waiting for her when she came through the door. She stood in the foyer dripping wet from the downpour she had just ran through to get into the house. "Where have you been," he barked. "You know very well I had to..." "I didn't ask for a long drawn out story," he interrupted. "You are late...Where were you?" She glanced in the dimly lit room and...
When I was a sophomore in college I lived in a double with my roommate Dave. While I’m a fairly good looking guy, Dave always had more luck with members of the opposite sex. In fact, during our first month at school together I was pretty much in awe of this. And, of course I, on the other hand had little luck with girls. Whether I was too shy, or just didn’t...
She woke up in a more comfortable bed than the ones she is used to. Those hotel beds were always so rigid or lumpy or just plain uncomfortable. When she got up, the surroundings were vaguely familiar and far from what she remember seeing before she went to sleep last night. The man next to her comforted her and explained that this never quite happens this w...
We ate in companionable silence, his eyes feasting on my bare skin as I quickly shoveled chicken fried rice into my mouth. He finished his food much faster than I did, refilled his water, and proceeded to sit back in his chair, watching me. "What?" I asked, chopsticks halfway to my mouth. Rice fell off the sticks onto my plate as I looked at him nervously....
The first thing I noticed when I awoke was the darkness. It's pitch black in the room. The second thing I noticed was that my wrists and ankles were bound to the bedposts. Now I remember the last thing you told me before I drifted off to sleep after an exhausting three-way with your secretary. You said that you and Lauren were going shopping and that I woul...
As Salam Alaikum, dear reader. My name is Yasmin Hussein, and I'm a young Muslim woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Today is one of the happiest days of my life. Why is that, you may ask? The answer is quite simple, really. I am graduating from Algonquin College with a degree in accounting. Sadly, in this most emotional of days, m...