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Black Femdom for Black Muslims

by Samuelx on Oct 3, 2018
Erotic Couplings

Come here. You know what you came here for, my brother. You've been browsing the online world for a particular unicorn, the Black Dominatrix who caters exclusively to Black men. Everywhere you look, in the world of BDSM, it's stuff for white guys. Well, come here, and serve me, Mistress Shayira, the Black Dominatrix of your dreams. The only dominant sister i...

The Kink that decended on Gotham

by gothamalleyviper on Jun 2, 2019
Fan Fiction

Harriet’s Hutch, Gotham City Center “Hay boss?” the shop clerk called to the store owner, “Is it me or has there been a run on rubber this past week?” “Rubber, leather, vegan leather, vinyl, wetlook, strap-ons, sex toys, bondage gear…” the owner said looking around the depleted stocks, “Last time I saw something like this was the week before the fetish shop...

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The “Anything” Promise

by Jabberwock80 on Oct 7, 2018
Fetish

You bury your sweaty, seven-and-a-half inch cock inside Carrie’s willing asshole. Her pale flesh shudders with joy, covered in goosebumps as she hisses in delight. Carrie is quite possibly the prettiest girl you’ve ever dated, big brown eyes, long brown hair, thin so her ears poke through it, a great smile, 25 years old, a yoga-teacher who loves wine and dre...

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Love Rekindled

by HerLittlePiggy on Sep 19, 2017
Fetish

I watched her walk naked into the room, my eyes devouring every nuance and curve as my heart raced and my flaccid cock began to stir. Her bright green eyes sparkled knowingly and a mischievous grin danced on her full lips. She was beautiful, sexy, intelligent and giving and I loved all of those things about her and more. I'd first met her nearly a decade ear...

Tomboy Femdom is Here to Stay

by Samuelx on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

"Bianca, I don't get down like that," says my boyfriend of two years and fellow University of Toronto student Reginald "Reggie" Lawson. The six-foot-one, burly young Jamaican stud fixed his brown eyes on me, a pleading expression on that handsome mug of his. Seriously, those doe-like eyes would have moved anyone but me. I'm kind of a sadist, you see. Oh ye...

A Pornographer's Lament

by justincbenedict on Mar 2, 2020
BDSM

Samir was kneeling, dazed in his hotel room. Why does Nosi put me through this? Bianca Chemise Nosegay really knew how to break a man...but he was still so excited! He'd really enjoyed his book tour, and his text, "The Creative Femdom Marriage" had taken off. He'd never expected to be asked to do seminars on this topic, but he'd greatly appreciated being...

Dominated By and Older Couple

by Icantthinkofone on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Author's note: This story is a fictional fantasy. I wasn't sure how to categorize it. There is gay male sex, although there is a female involved in the story. Since it's about submission, I thought I'd put it in the BDSM category. * I had been surfing the internet for weeks, looking for a dominant male or couple that wanted to play with a bi curious male....

A Bisexual Surprise

by reddbunnz on Sep 11, 2017
BDSM

'OMG!' (Oh, My God) I thought to myself. 'How did I get myself into this mess? A giant cock in my mouth and my ass is on fire.' Well, to be honest, I was in this mess because it's what I wanted. For, you see, I am a middle-aged kinky guy who loves bondage games. And, I just discovered the joys of bisexual sex. Enjoying both cocks and pussies in a ménage-a-...

Carol Attends First Spanking Party

by reddbunnz on Sep 12, 2017
BDSM

Chapter One: Their First Party Before leaving after a night of spanking and sexual fun, Debbie told Ray and Joy that she would love for them to join their spanking club, and that their monthly meeting would be the coming weekend at a hotel located nearby. She explained that check-in begins at four, cocktails at five, but most members don't begin arriving un...

Arab Femdom in Boston

by Samuelx on Sep 11, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Raindrops keep falling on my head as I stride through the busy, crowded streets of Boston, Massachusetts. It's a late Monday afternoon in early September and feels more like spring than fall, mainly because of the hot rains we still get from time to time. It's times like these that I miss home the most. I am a daughter of the desert. It's who I am. I don't b...