My name is Villa Jane Smith. Friends simply call me V.J. I am the Heroine of this tale, and is this my first interracial strap-on story. If you ask me, there aren't enough interracial strap-on stories out there. Please bear with me. I am a six-foot-one, somewhat chubby Irishwoman with short blonde hair and pale green eyes. Oh, and I've got big tits and a fat...
I thought I could escape from it but I've come to realize that in the end there's no escape. It doesn't matter hard you try or how strong your resistance is, you will get what's coming to you. Fate simply cannot be avoided. It doesn't matter if you're an individual with exceptional abilities. The fabric of fate cannot be changed. My name is Jamal Trevor. Fri...
Happily I slid my eight-inch strap-on dildo into Saul Jean-Pierre's tight asshole. The big and tall young Black man groaned as I penetrated him. Lying on his back completely naked on my big bed, he took it like a bitch. Bound legs hanging in the air and eyes filled with lust and shock. His hands are also bound for good effect. I wonder if he knew what he was...
Would you? This question is being asked because, a week ago, we received a message on Facebook saying we should check our email for instructions because our lives were about to change. Normally, I simply dismiss random messages, like this, from an online person who I don't know, but the name that showed up was Mistress Trudy. It's the same name my wife use...
I will never forget that night. The night I discovered how I truly am. My true self. Its an unforgivable night. And I never thought my little sister would be the one to help uncover this part of me. I was a young, average 19 year old, my sister and I were home from college for winter break. I had short, blond hair and my sister had brown hair cut about at h...
I would appreciate if readers would rate and comment on this chapter. ***** Lillie and I had had a wonderful time, and I was enthusiastic about what a great pupil of perversion she had turned out to be. After Jason served us our breakfast, Lillie and I had our cigars on the patio and, afterward, she got ready to leave. She had a wicked glimmer in her eyes,...
A lot of Black guys have this image thing where they act tough and talk even tougher. For a lot of them, it's their way of dealing with a world that's hostile to them. As a Black woman living in the City of Toronto, Ontario, I can definitely relate. Canada isn't always friendly to minorities, especially those of us who happen to be of African descent. I was...
A week ago Lisa had hung me from a hook and more or less savaged me, leaving bruises, hickies, bite and lash marks all over my torso, and my muscles fatigued and sore. The third day after, while I was trying to find a position in bed that wasn't painful, she came in naked, with sad eyes. She pulled the covers back and looked at my marked body. The bruises we...
"I'm ready!" I exclaim, strutting out of the bathroom. I'm nearly naked, save for the mystery item I have just adorned. I appear as a silhouette in the doorway, and you admire my slender feminine figure, tracing the shape of my hips with your lustful eyes. Slowly, I turn to the side, showing you the outline of my pert breasts, my flat stomach, and my little...
The root of all problems in the Black community isn't the White man. Black people have got to stop playing victim and accept responsibility for their actions. My name is Christina Xavier. A tall young Black woman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I hold a Journalism degree from the University of Toronto, and presently, I'm doing an investiga...