Book 1, Chapter 17 -- The Mutineers ***** Nervous excitement infected the crew. They were still doing their jobs, the chatter was slightly louder than normal, but I let it go for now. All I wanted was for the Normandy to get to Ilos safely and to finally track down Saren and kill the bastard. I did wonder what happened to Anderson once we'd made our escape...
The Wife-Slut Course, hereafter referred to as the course or the program, is a well researched and planned training program designed to allow the candidate to discover who she is sexually and what her sexual limits are in the context of a loving and caring marital relationship, and to furthermore allow her the freedom to stretch those limits to whatever exte...
When he considered it, he realized that she must have been searching.....searching for a strong man who would bend her will to his own, a man who would take her body and use it in ways erotic and devious. A man who would use pain for her pleasure and use her for his pleasure. They had met at a coffee shop. He saw her and looked past the vanilla pseudo-intel...
So, I'm at this sleaze-fuck Days Inn off the interstate ― where an Ebony Goddess is spraying fountains of squirt on my turgid timber ― and I begin wonderin', "Whatever happened to Rick Moranis?" I mean Spaceballs; Ghostbusters; Honey, I Shrunk the Kids! The guy was huge in the '80s! Now nothing?! My friend Larry ― who'd organized the event ― stood and began...
"Being like everybody is the same as being nobody." ― Rod Serling "They look like bota bags bursting with wine," I thought, as I squeezed the humongous breasts before me. Motioning to a pussy smoother than a '70s pick-up line, I made a gesture I felt represented insertion. "Do you mind if I―?" The candy-coated cutie spread her legs, granting me access to...
"TORPEDO INBOUND, BRACE FOR IMPACT!" Said the ship computer. Thank the stars you'd gotten that glitch in your shield's software fixed; it wasn't going to be enough to save your light corvette, but it might be enough to keep you alive. Five seconds later the crash made you lose consciousness and all the world went black. This week had started so nic...
Sometimes I feel like I was meant for other things. My name is Farduusa Ibrahim and I am a young black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Calgary, Alberta. I recently moved there from the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Last fall I graduated from Carleton University with a bachelor's degree in economics. I thought I would find work easily but somehow, I...
Rata dropped onto the bed next to Soji. All anger fled her turbulent mind as quickly as it had come. "Oh sweet goddess, she's right you know." Soji nodded her head through tears. Rata loathed herself that she was the cause of her sister's pain. That as usual she had struck out in anger without thought of how her actions might harm others. That her flood wat...
It started out as a silly dare. Judy was at he friend Gail's bachelorette party and there had been a guy hired from an escort agency to perform for the girls. The draw was for "Your Dream Black Gangbang". The winner would be gangbanged by three black men at a time of her choice. Judy had never had a black man and never even considered it, but several of her...
This is a true story by a drop-dead gorgeous mid-thirties housewife (so I've been told) who has been proudly black owned for the past three years. Many of the details may not be as graphic as you would like, but I am putting this together from three years of memories. I'm sorry for the long delay in writing this chapter. David got transfer orders and with a...