Author's Notes: This is a piece of Raceplay themed erotica I wrote based on a real life experience I had a few years ago. This is purely role play and fantasy. As a black woman, I do not support racist views or racist ideology. Serious emphasis on the PLAY in raceplay. I understand that this fetish is taboo to many but I would never kink shame someone for wh...
(Please read Chapters 1 and 2 if you haven't already. This multi-chapter story could be listed in several different groups. It contains group sex, bisexual and gay contact, incest, BDSM and other fetishes. If this offends you, please stop now. If it doesn't, I hope you enjoy.) * Steven was kneeling beside his wife before the first high-pitched moan finishe...
My story draws near its close, dear reader, and I shall do my utmost to do these final moments justice in their detail. The first thing I shall say is that Oluth was clearly born for the mantel of leadership. While I'd thought him to be little more than a beast when we first met, I had since come to recognize what a being of great power, intelligence, and p...
When Mark woke up, he found himself tied down by the chest to a lounging armchair. His hands and ankles were strapped to the chair so he could only look around the room. The room was unfamiliar to him but he recognized the sex swing hanging from the ceiling. It was the one he had used Stephanie so many times in and it hung in the center of the room. To his...
18 The Dawn of Cindy Moundlicker Rosa stepped out into the pale daylight of the courtyard. It was a cool day, with grey clouds and a fresh breeze running through the prison. The threat of rain, however, would not dampen the anticipation of the crowd that she knew would be waiting for her in the town square. She was about to complete her descent to a deprav...
We reached Baghdad in the early evening. It was warmer than I thought as we checked into the Hilton. Peter had already arranged for Ali and Leila to drop by at the suite we had taken and it was my job to "manage" Ali while he would make sure that Leila was adequately shafted. I had a quick bath and changed to a very sheer sleeveless gown. The white gown hig...
It was my first year at teaching at Hairrow. It was an all boys institution and I was getting a little tired of the job. Frankly speaking there wasn't enough sex. Most of the students were into studies or games and the evenings were lonely. The guy I was seeing was hardly making any attempt to fuck me and I stopped him from coming to my digs near the school...
This is from my life before the club just after I moved to the city. As those who have read my previous stories will know I left a small hick town on my eighteenth birthday in search of something more then working for tips at an all night truck stop. I had been in the city about 2 months working at a strip club. Not my ideal job, not enough action but it...
Alain-part one: Alain's Story ...Alain pressed His face to the window and stared out into the night. He could see snowflakes dancing as they fluttered and fell softly to the ground. The streetlight gave everything an eerie glow as His dark ice blue eyes carefully looked at His surroundings; at least as much as He could survey from this window. Another ci...
"Oh, fuck ... yes ... fuck me now, Frank!" Emily screamed my name loud enough that the others could hear it over their own moans and groans. This was our second wind, as it were, some forty-five to fifty minutes after we finished up the last bit of fun. The sexy Southern beauty certainly had my number, taking me deeper and harder for every stroke as I pound...