Sorry this took so long! I hit a massive dead end and then life got in the way as it ever so regularly does!! This is not the end of Tia's story! ***** The brush caused my nipple to stiffen as it was dragged over my naked skin. I tried to defy the urge to squirm, knowing that I was to stay wanting until my union with Kyle at midnight, but that damn brush w...
Editor's Note: this submission contains raceplay and femdom content. * Not long ago it was a straight and stuffy white male. it was arrogant and self-satisfied with its white male social and economic leverage and advantages. In the rat-race of white society it suppressed its submissive white side. But from time to time it would slip into daydreams of hav...
This is a full-length novel that I'm currently working on. It's 100% fantasy and is an erotic exploration of a patriarchal society set up by men on a remote island. Everything in this story is 100% consensual however it does deal with aspects of surrender, bondage, dominance and pain through punishment. Please do not read if this is not your thing. *** I m...
BACKGROUND February 1918: American Raymond J. Earl, codename "Pierre," received special instructions from his Colonel to assume the identity of a French soldier and get closer to a particular French fortress. It was for Earl to find out what kind of weaponry they were stocking and to size up the men's health. He unfortunately became cocky with his positive...
This story was inspired by the excellent story series "Female Sexual Response" by Kianareeves. Although you do not need to read those stories for this one, I would still recommend it as they are really good. * Kristi raised an eyebrow as she read the email. An internship for the summer, getting paid helping a company do research? With the economy still st...
Hello, there. My name is Christine Pierre and I am a freaky chick from the hood. I stand five feet ten inches tall, thick and jet-black, with large breasts, wide hips and a big, plump ass. I absolutely love sex and I take it any way I can get it. Some females got sexual limits. I don't. I'm into everything. For as long as I can remember, I've been cool like...
In a beautiful room of the Hilton Hotel in Los Angeles, International Women's Tennis Champion Serena Williams lay on top of Hollywood actress Lisa-Ray McCoy. Looking into her beloved's eyes, Serena grinned. It wasn't that long ago that they met for the second time. The Down Low Sisterhood of Hollywood, which Serena Williams secretly rules, had recently recru...
There is a certain rhythm in life. Everyone and everything has their place in the grand scheme of things. My place simply happens to be on top. Always. That's just the way of things. My name is Stephen Crawford. A six-foot-four, lean and wiry, brown-skinned and gray-eyed, thirty-something Black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. That's what I l...
There are critics of Madonna who say that she shocks for the sake of shock, that she has little substance other than a good sense of fashion. There are some critics who lay blame on her for Britney and Christina, and a fashion that pushes raunchiness rather than classiness. Those critics who level that blow are forgetting one of Madonna's biggest and importa...
I sit at my desk, looking at the clock and wondering what today will bring. Probably the same as yesterday or the day before. Aggravation, surely, deception, possibly, excitement, rarely. Proof to be told, here comes female co-worker1. She takes aim at my desk, lowers her head and huffingly charges my way. A smile creeps up to my stoic face. A vision com...