Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Beyonce Knowles or Jennifer Lawrence or any other celebrities. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. * Jennifer Lawrence was ready for her Black Mistress. Well, as ready as she would ever be. Her large collection of sex toys was laid out on the table she had drag next to the be...
I was nothing but a fucktoy. Usually, Professor Hill and I play games such as Monopoly or Scrabble or sometimes Poker (even though we are both absolutely terrible at Poker). Then there are times when we play more adult games, like Strip Poker (where our lack of skills in mainstream Poker is actually a good thing!), or Onyx (a computerized adult variant of...
Jennifer came out of the big building fuming and cursing under her breath. "The fucking bastard! The louse! The rat!" Walking in her blind fury she ran into someone. "Oh, I am so sorry! I am sorry! Scar? You! Oh my god!" She exclaimed seeing her friend. "Yes, me, darling!" ScarJo said after hugging Jennifer. "I was driving by and saw you coming out o...
I woke up with a start as the crushing light came threw the blinds in my family house in my room. The reason I woke up were that I had a bad dream about a rebel against the Capital in Panem. My family of 12 year old twin brothers and my crazy grandma fought against the Capital but we lost and I had to watch as each of my family member died. I woke when presi...
I alone. I alone long time now, many times of light and dark and light and dark again. I never know how long I alone; time sleeps in soft place in I's mind, same as all other thoughts. Sometimes I happy for soft place; easier when I in soft place than when I know I alone. But I always afraid when I go to soft place, afraid I never come back. But then I come...
Pt. III: Her Husband Arrives Carlos was coming to Miami from Newark on a late afternoon flight. After his wife Maria's phone call the night before in which she had related participating in a foursome and even masturbating a stranger in a parking lot, Carlos was thrilled and anxious to join us all at the beach cottage. I orchestrated his reception committee...
"Oh god, oh god, please wake up!" Something was pushing on my chest over and over. Then, lips pressed against mine. Air being forced down my throat. "Oh god, oh god, please wake up!" I slowly opened my eyes to see Jen pushing against my chest. The lust in her eyes was replaced by fear and panic. "Jen...?" I managed to croak out weakly. "Terry! Thank God...
My name is Soraya Wahid, and I'm a Lebanese Christian woman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born and raised in the City of Baalbek in the Republic of Lebanon, but have lived in the Confederation of Canada for the past ten years. I'm five-foot-eleven, a bit chubby but still fit, with long Black hair, light bronze skin and light brown...
Jackie Emerson was at some Hollywood party, a premiere for some movie she had nothing to do with, but she was specially invited by the movie's star, Rachel Weisz, who she'd never even met before. Still, though, gift horse. At one point in the evening, she entered the powder room. Inside, she found Kat Dennings and Emma Watson having a conversation about...so...
She sits in the chair. Across the room his hard naked form stands still, quietly waiting, arms folding neatly behind his back, wrapped in long black silk black scarf, the tails trailing across the crease of his firm ass. Across his eyes the blindfold robs him of valuable sight. His form shivering in his personal darkness, the anticipation nearly palpable. J...