Chapter Nine: Things Begin to Change for Chantel. Morning time, Chantel awakens and takes a moment to realize where she is and all that has happened. She sits up in the bed and looks over and sees Carl Luftgrin, her mind balances between the thoughts of a wonderful date last night with Carl and knowing this man as her Master owns her. Her mind battles these...
***I wanted to finish this one off and it was so close that I just needed to think about it and as I read my notes, I tossed them and decided that ... well, you'll see what I mean. This wasn't ever meant to be more than a happy little love story with a twist, but I like Elohan and I really like Aksun, so ... Actually, I think I've used her in another story...
***This is an Antebellum Story*** Although accustomed to the heat of August, Nancy still dripped with the sweat of a day's work in the fields. The summer was going to be just as brutal as last year, and the work load seemed almost fruitless as she heard about the value of cotton not being worth what it used to be. Nancy had not worked in the cotton fields...
What is bigotry to you? I've experienced so much of it, and I think it's part of life if you're Black and male, but I am not a believer in self-pity. I believe in fighting back, but I do it the smart way. One thing which never ceases to amaze me, and that's white male insecurity. You'd think a group that gets handed so much power and privilege would show a l...
I awoke the next morning still dressed in Carla's purple panties, stockings and matching bra. The rampant rabbit and the dildo were beside me on the bed. There were traces of the lip-gloss on the duvet and the heady, pungent smell of cum. Carla's panties were stained with the stuff. I figured I had a lot of cleaning and clearing up to do. I felt a sense of...
My name is Arthur Brown. A tall, good-looking young Black man living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. And I have an important message to share with you. In celebration of the race created to kick the collective ass of the universe, I give you the African-American National Anthem. We’re living in the best of times right now. The rest of America suffers b...
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by George Lucas and Lucasfilm, Ltd. No money is being made and no infringement is intended. * * * * * Queen Amidala, disguised as one of her own handmaidens named Padme, knelt in front of R2-D2 wiping off the soot and grime it had collected while saving her starship from the Tra...
My husband sits on the lemon-coloured couch, with his legs spread apart, and my eyes wander over his smooth, large thighs and the paltry conjugal apparatus he has between them: his penis is small and thin, with a little ridge near the head, and it droops down making a sad little configuration of manhood along with his two small testicles. I strip off my clot...
Undisclosed desires. I think we all got them. My name is Claude Premier. I'm a big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I attend Carleton University, where I study Criminal Law. Ladies and gentlemen, I am a guy with a confession to make. A lot of people see me as the six-foot-five, burly dude with the...
I guess you've figured out that I am a wannabe exhibitionist. If you read chapter one (and I'd suggest you do that first), you'll know that for as long as I can remember I loved to be naked. I'm really a good girl and while I spent a lot of my growing up years naked, around the house, outside, sunbathing, even going for long walk in the woods behind our hous...