Abdul Al-Haddad is the kind of guy who thinks he's all that just because he's a big and tall young Black Muslim man. He thinks he's the Big Man on the Carleton University campus in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. He's from the City of Mogadishu, Somalia, and has that All-Somali Swagger about him. He always wears a Black leather jacket with the Canad...
"Sometimes, I get tired of playing the Bull," Caleb Tully said in that deep, sonorous voice of his as he sat in the office of Dr. Alexandra Moreau in downtown Toronto, Ontario. Pacing back and forth as is his custom in times of excitement or distress, Caleb finally paused, and fixed his almond-shaped brown eyes on the psychiatrist who sat behind the desk, he...
She had been asleep… she had had vague dreams of her father and mother rushing in, grabbing her and then her mother injected her with something and she went back to sleep… She woke up and looked around the room. “Oh,” she said, “I am floating again. Relax…” The blonde woman went from looking at the top of the framed painting to the bottom as she came back do...
"What do you mean, you like bossy Black women?" Victoria Brown said, incredulity all over her lovely face, and she looked at the man seated opposite her as though he had two heads. Markus Clayton smiled and shrugged, then nodded firmly, his soulful brown eyes boring into Victoria's. Well, the brother appeared sincere, this much Victoria could tell. It was a...
"Look, Allen, you can fuss all you want, I've seen the Femdom shit you watch on your laptop, don't even pretend you don't like my bossing you around," Katrina Satsuki said sternly as she handed her boyfriend Allen Voltaire her shopping bags and, as he obediently grabbed them, she flicked his ear with her fingers for good measure. Allen groaned, then dutifull...
Miranda. One cool lady. She was the kind of co-worker you lucked into. Highly competent. Took care of business. Represented the firm with aplomb. She exuded professionalism. At twenty plus years younger than I, she carried herself with a pert self-confidence. She could be flirtatious and sexy when she chose to turn it on. Her persona was an amalgam of an i...
Spoiler Tags: M/F, BunnyGirl, Femdom, Dominant, Restraints, Seduction, Monstergirl, Cowgirl Position, Bonding ***** The academy seemed quiet, too quiet. I took a deep breath, hoping to settle my nerves before she showed up. My palms were sweating and I hoped I wasn't pitting out of my only dress shirt. I tapped my foot on the stone pathway that ran throu...
Another night in this dreadful town. Sometimes I wonder why I came here in the first place. My name is James Bien-Aime. I was born and raised in the town of Newton, Massachusetts. In September 2010, I had the world on a string. I was a freshman at Boston College and life was good. I had everything in the palm of my hand. I was a second-string quarterback on...
Why does being forced to be the slave of a woman and drink her urine or lick her feet produce such pleasurable emotions within us? What makes fantasizing over being forced to dress as a girl and provide oral sex for a male friend arouse us to the extents it does? I have had these questions for years and I believe I have found several answers. If you too have...
Scene 1 I couldn't believe I was doing it, even as I followed the tall blonde in the black PVC catsuit to the door with "Private" written over the door in tilting red script. I just went to the sex club to watch, at least that was my plan, but as soon as I saw her demonstrating the proper way to flog a man in a kneeling position, I knew I would be on my kne...