Alena tipped the server well, as Neil waited at the door. He glanced back at them and they seemed to be sharing a good laugh and his cheeks burned red again as they both glanced at him with amused smiles. The corset kept him rigid, but despite the tightness, he found it erotically comfortable; prophetic of what he hoped awaited him tonight. In consideration...
Ch. 2, Saturday I was floating in a pool of thick, warm goo. It was dark and totally silent, yet I was completely aware of my surroundings. The sensations I felt, though strange, were definitely pleasant. This was especially true of the tugging and releasing of my hard cock by some unseen force. It was a feeling I hoped would never end! Suddenly I noted a...
"Essential services, that's what I provide, like any good businesswoman, I know my clientele and their special needs," I smiled to myself as I read these words on the Temple of Noir website, which advertises my services to the entire world. There are a lot of Black dominatrix types out there but I, Mistress Shay Noir, am the only one catering to the hidden n...
Abigail picked up her briefcase and smiled as she inserted the stack of files into the case. Her presentation had gone well, as usual. She was the quintessential professional and it showed. She knew her way around the boardroom, and once again she had triumphed in that male-dominated arena. She prided herself on taking on the big boys and walking away a winn...
Contains male-on-male sex My phone rang as I emerged from the subway. "This is Justin." "Hey, Justin, this is Jim." The voice on the phone had a thick Texan accent. "Hey, Jim. Thanks for calling." I ducked down a sidestreet to avoid the noise of the traffic. "So I've been tasked with finding another gentleman to join my wife and me this evening." I smir...
I was walking down a busy street in New York City. The hustle and bustle a far and distant cry from my own corn-shucking surroundings. Knowing that everything was an option for me now, I went walking down Broadway hoping for the off chance that I might bump into someone worthwhile. I had dressed comfortably, but more revealingly than I would have normally do...
LXXVIII Sick and Sore Iris 2059 Although Iris missed living in London while she was living in Oxford, she hadn't really felt ready to return there from so soon. However, the Biotech Lab was one of the first businesses to shut down when Sheep Fever struck the nation. And now she was effectively evicted from the city along with everyone else who didn't have a...
The last Saturday of August 2012 came, and I found myself feeling blue. The name is Steven, and I'm a big and tall Black man living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born in the town of Cap-Haitien in the Republic of Haiti and raised in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. From 1999 to 2009, I lived in the heart of New England but in mid-Novemb...
"So, fellas, are we going to do this or what?" Habiba Melaku said, hands on her hips, as she looked at her fiancé Yaqub Hussein and his good friend and fellow Carleton University student Nasser Traore, clucking her tongue impatiently. The six-foot-tall, curvaceous, Hijab-wearing Ethiopian Muslim gal sighed, wishing to high heaven that the fellas would get wi...
Alright, I'm not sure how to say this so I'm just going to say it. My name is Halima Khan and I'm a young woman of Saudi Arabian and Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario. I attend Carleton University, where I study business administration. Most people assume that I'm just another hijab-wearing pious and chaste Muslim gal when they...