Chapter Three: Getting Kinky Christina "Winston is getting kinky," Gloria declared. I burst out laughing. Getting kinky! Like none of the shit she'd been doing with the boy for the past four years wasn't already weird enough. Winston had taken up my other foot, and now she grabbed a handful of this hair and pushed his nose awkwardly into my arch. "Go ah...
My name is Samantha Mont-Auban and I'll be your guide through the first-ever Black Spring Break! I'm a five-foot-ten, full-figured, busty and big-bottomed, dark-skinned ( and proud ) Haitian woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I live in a nice, two-bedroom apartment on the West Side with my lifelong best friends Catherine Augustine and Melan...
Special thanks to 11_Carlton for his wonderful editing advice. Enjoy. Chapter 1 Sweat beaded on his muscular black body as he restlessly shifted in his bed. Oh shit, he thought, what have I gotten myself into? Just last week he had a normal if somewhat predictable life. Now, some woman he really didn’t care to have around was sharing his apartment. Well, h...
Cherry giggled quietly as she watched the pool boy struggle in her mother's invisible bonds. He was being disciplined again for some probably imagined slight or mistake her mother cooked up. The boy was eighteen, but was tall and rippling with muscle, clearly making an effort to build up his body. Her mother, on the other hand, was a petite woman with a slig...
He walked into the room quietly. It was early. The soft glow of the rising sun quietly touching the edge of the bed. He stood by the foot of the bed and smiled. His eyes wandered up and down her form. Her naked leg wrapped around the side of the blanket. A strand of hair quietly laid across her peaceful face. One of her smooth arms softly tucked under the pi...
Hot and sweaty from a friendly game of tennis, I invited him back to my place for a quick shower. Sliding his arm around my waist, he readily agreed, nibbling at my neck. I giggled in response and led the way. As I watched him undress in my bathroom, I stared unashamedly at his sculpted body. What a fine specimen of man this was. 'How did I ever get this l...
Alex was in trouble. Currently he was laying on the floor, tightly bound and gagged; with an honest to god witch stepping on his swollen cock. He had to escape. Staring up her, he watched a slow predatory grin ease across her face as she pressed her foot down again, eliciting a loud moan of pain from him. "You like that, bitch?" She asked with a smile....
As she sat on her stool at the bar she watches him, watches how both sexes flock round him. There was something about him but she could not quite put her finger on it, his face looked familiar but his name escapes her. He glances up from the crowd around him and smiles at her, she glances round to see who else stood nearby that he could be smiling at. No on...
The bright lights blinded my but I managed to make my way to the end of the platform. I turned and posed like some of the other models I've seen. The voice in the audio I recognized as Cheryl spoke out. "This is Andi. She is dressed in our T-line, biz cazz ensemble. The Crème Brule coloured jacket and skirt are crease resistant linen developed in house. Fo...
Suspended, at your whim. My arms strained, legs taut. Hanging, exposed and vulnerable to the looks, the words, the touches of others. The light sting of your hand on my skin, the stroke of your fingers over my leg, every absentminded touch you lay on me each time you pass by- they are what I am focused on. The other hands- on my breasts, on my thighs, on m...