Camille Charmane Jackson was the name given to me by my dear mother. I later had my last name legally changed and took my father's name. I was born in 1937, in my parent's house in the northeastern coastal region of Florida. My father was a white businessman and my mother his black lover. Our lives were strange to say the least. Mama lived with my father and...
For My Use Dark and warm. Velvet against your face. A blindfold tied snugly. The smell of sex. The taste of my come permeated your mouth. Your arms were tied behind you, bent over your bolster, you butt high, your legs spread and tied open. Naked except for your garter belt and stockings. Your pussy was wet. Your pretty ass was full and stretched by the...
Note to readers: thanks for the comments and suggestions. I will say, though, that anyone looking for a "humiliated husband" story is most definitely not going to find one here, or in any fictional sequel either. My "adventure" was really our adventure, and it was one we shared and enjoyed and continue to share and enjoy. If you read on from here, thanks for...
It had been three weeks since George had asked me to get a Brazilian and my hair and whatever else I wanted done. I booked the day with Katherine, who did such a marvelous job on my hair and makeup the night George took me out to dinner and to the gallery. In that time since, I thought a lot about the encounter we had with her when she fit me with that vibr...
All the card said was "Put this on and be ready at 3:00." The box had been delivered by his driver, Kevin, earlier in the day. I still wasn't sure what to make of it. The card had come attached to a white box. In the box was a short, and I do mean short, black leather skirt, a black lace top that looked like it would barely cover me, a black satin half-cup b...
Part 6 I wondered what Duncan wanted to chat about. I didn't think it was about rejecting me to continue with my 'training.' Overall, I had really enjoyed the previous night and was thoroughly revelling exploring this wonderfully perverted side of me. I climbed off the bed, these white panties still on me, and took the pottie and peed for Duncan. "Ok, Yuwa...
I faded in and out of consciousness My mind was pulsating from the excitement of a glorious dream, it involved a sissy kneeling subservient at the feet of her master, a single drop of cum dripped from her bottom lip and landed in the small puddle on the floor. The sissy's eyes looked up at the recently serviced glistening cock, thick and bulging from the hu...
Chapter 10 What's in a name? I think I must have slept literally as I fell on the bed. As you know there are no clocks here at FemsRace and time passes according to your whims and pleasures. I awoke laying demurely on the bedclothes but cursed my luck that my blouse and skirt would be creased. I rose and checked in the mirror. Sure enough, my skirt and bl...
Chapter 5 As I have often found final performances are, ours went absolutely brilliantly - not only were there no technical glitches but everyone was in high spirits and so gave of their very maximum - and the audience's response was even more enthusiastic, bringing us all back for repeated curtain calls. Greg and I had previously agreed that as we would l...
Virta turned the relic this way and that in her slender fingers. She finally set it back in the box at her feet and looked up at the General. He was taking another drink of scotch. "You said I'll have a real Earth assignment, besides Athan. There's a girl in trouble?" The General nodded grimly. "Yes, and you know her well. It's Mandi." Virta felt as tho...