Jamaican men and Jamaican women are super opposed to bisexuality, gayness, lesbianism, and anything that's not rigidly straight. If you're gay, bisexual or lesbian, the island of Jamaica is definitely not the place for you. Whoever believes this pile of crock has obviously never met Sandrine Johnson, the Jamaican-born Canadian dominatrix who is making waves...
Author's Note. This is a SPECIAL INTEREST (BDSM/Lifestyle) story; it is not intended to appeal to everyone. If you are not cognizant of, or do not approve of BDSM activities, this story is NOT LIKELY to entertain you. * She had requested a BDSM session; we had a previous relationship as a Dominant and his submissive, but the 24/7 regimen was a bit much fo...
I stand before you my emerald eyes, kissed with the ocean’s mist, lowered. My hair falls in gentle curls to my waist, my red silks clinging to the graceful curves of my body. You gently place a finger under my chin lifting my eyes to yours. Your hands move to my shoulders and with one swift movement my silks fall to the floor. Taking my hand you whisper, “co...
You had come home later than I, and in a rather forbidding mood. When you walked in the door, you pulled me up off the couch by the arm, shoved me against the wall and started kissing me hard on the mouth. It was painful, but just enough to love it. Leaving my lips, you bit your way down my neck, almost hard enough to draw blood, but not quite. I was already...
Julia breathed deeply, trying to regain control of her mind and body, struggling against the desire to thrust up her hips and turn the delicate contact of surgically gloved fingers into a caress. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the fact that she was undergoing a medical examination, nothing more, and yet the image of the well groomed, articulate and...
Sensation rips through me as your fingers find my hips once more... slide up to my belly, and then further, coursing in circles over my breasts. Hardly touching me, it feels as though you reach inside, and touch the bare nerve-endings, each new circle moving closer to my nipples, and each centimeter closer knocking more breath from me, my knees weakening. An...
She hated seeing this look on his face. Nothing pained her more. All she knew how to do was hold him and state the fucking obvious with the well worn words like 'You are the most wonderful thing that's ever happened to me.', 'You're so beautiful.' and other such things. But today she was filled with wanting to the point where she couldn't imagine not wanting...
~Warm gentle breeze blows across my face. Gentle kisses rain down my face from Seleucus. His large hands rubbing my body just the right way, nipples hard and my excitement growing. I love you My Master, I hear myself say. His voice comes like a melody upon my ears. It starts getting dark and I hear an awful laugh. It seems to becoming from Seleucus when his...
When we last left off, your arms were above your head, chained to the headboard, and legs were chained to the far corners of the queen sized bed. Your clothing was shredded, lying under and your naked body. An interesting necklace lies broke near by with shimmering beads scattered through out the bed. I climb off your glistening body to open a drawer, and p...
This story is for, and inspired by Tina, Thank you, I think of you as a good friend and love our conversations. Imagine if you will... A "person" coming up behind you, grabbing your arm and pulling you into your living room. Knowing you've been a bad girl, you can predict what might be going to happen. He leads you to the couch, where he sits down, your fa...