"Omigod, you two are SO much alike." Mike and I were on our third beer when Amy arrived home. She stood in the doorway and stared at both of us in turn when she saw us sitting at the kitchen bench , then she pretended to rub her eyes with both her fists as if she was having double-vision, then looked again and shook her head. "That's so scary. You could al...
(Author's Note: I began writing this story after a role play I began with a friend of mine. After it fell apart, I started to write it out on my own. For those who have been asking, Enslaved to the Mob will be finished *eventually*. For the time being, I'm just not interested and uninspired by it. Thank you all for sticking with me and reading my stories. As...
So, I attended college on an athletic scholarship for basketball. Every black kid's dream, right? After the first year or so, I sobered up (figuratively and literally) and realized that I was not going to be the next Michael Jordan and instead chose to concentrate on my studies, hustling to play basketball just well enough to keep some of the scholarship mon...
When Tina finished making arrangements for Tony and Rebecca to join them for the weekend, she walked over to the window and looked out at the city. Tom grabbed their drinks and joined her. As she took hers from him, Tina spoke. "You know, in the 12 years we've been married, I have never once considered what we're about to do," she said seriously. "Are you...
This is a true story. Only the names have been changed. * * * * * Lisa called me when she crossed the state line to let me know she had flashed the tollbooth attendant. "Lucky bastard," I said, but Lisa giggled and told me the attendant had been a woman. Then she told me she now had one hand down her pajama bottoms and one hand on the wheel, and was mastur...
Tina stood under the showerhead, eyes closed, enjoying the warm water as it rinsed the sweat from her sore, tired body. Her pussy still had a pleasant ache from the pounding she had received from Mitch on her private hike with him. The length of the hike wouldn't normally have bothered her, but the sex there in the old cabin had been amazing. The cool air on...
Geneva smiled, looking at Kearney, who was snuffling in the corner. She knew how much he hated standing in the corner. Recently, she'd taken him to a BDSM party at the Scourge Society... Kearney had actually been involved with the Scourge Society even before Geneva, and was so excited about seeing his friends, and watching the gorgeous young girls get whipp...
The doorbell rings and I'm still in bed, sleepy and lazing, enjoying the cool breeze of the ceiling fan above my bed and the softness of my sheets. Sprawled out in my king size bed, naked, I realize that the annoying sound I'm hearing is forcing me to wake up and start my day. I quickly pull on a pair of black cotton drawstring pants, no panties. I throw a...
It was just another night. I was at home, all alone. As I started my evening, I felt incredibly horny; I really needed a good screw tonight. Imagining what it will feel like when I get the next random guy into my house, one who will want to stick his prick into me, and make me his bitch, I looked into the mirror and applied my makeup. I put on my make up a...
Quiet as it's kept, cuckolding most definitely does go on in the black community. If anyone tells you different, don't believe him or her. Believe me, Margaret Nelson-Eloge. I'm a biracial woman living in the City of Halifax, Nova Scotia, and study business administration at Dalhousie University. I am forty seven years old and I'm back in school for the firs...