Can you screw a dream? Can you lock it tightly inside your mind and hide it away in the secret creases of your soul? Does the dream call blindly when you aren't watching or listening and points its shaky finger at you, taunting, teasing you into weakness? Dreams are illusions that trick you and whisper to you until your blood boils wickedly, and you can tast...
She lay on the sofa under the blanket. The carpet collapsed under my bare feet as I walked across it. With each step, I removed what little clothing I still wore. By the time I climbed on the sofa with her, I was as naked as she was. I climbed over her and spooned behind her. Her hips pressed against mine. My breasts warmed against her back. My face nuzzled...
It was only a week after my punishment that I was expected to go back to the black club for the formal initiation that would make a white sex slave of me. I was to be owned by the black man called Robert. His plan was to bred me as many times as he could; my womb would belong to him. I also knew that my initiation would involve me being tattooed and collare...
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It was one of those hot, humid sticky days. Too hot even to go out by the pool, and I was going stir crazy in the house. My husband was away on business, and the kids were visiting their grandparents, so I had nothing to do, and as I mentioned I was going stir crazy. I decided to head out shopping. I got dressed, a short white skirt, and a loose fitting lo...
Dear Black woman, I want you to know this. I'm in love with you. I think I'm in love with you. I want to be in love with you. Am I in love with you? Can I love you? Can you love me? I don't know. So many questions. Who am I? I'm the Brother with the Ivy League MBA who's leading a Fortune Five Hundred company into the twenty-first century. I'm the Brother who...
Harper and her friend, Louisa, knelt down on the carpeted floor between the two beds of the hotel room booked by one of their high school's janitors, Mr. Jackson. She smoothed her short, navy blue dress out and tussled her wavy, brown hair while Louisa fussed with her tits through her short black dress. Harper saw Mr. Jackson nearly every day at her preppy,...
Hi new and faithful readers! It's taken me a little longer than the promised month; but I hope it's worth the wait. Please comment and vote...I love your feedback ;-) Kitty Four months later Jason had struggled with his emotions after hearing the news. He spent even more time working; which had garnered him another promotion and salary increase, and had s...
Meeting Alysha "This the latest one?" The Black woman had an amused expression as she looked Jessica up and down. It was immediately obvious to Jessica that this woman was James' wife. Given that Jessica had just spent a couple of hours fucking James and she was half convinced she was falling in love with him, she was confused by this new development. "...
Dave is a bean counter. He is 42 years old. He stands 5 ft 9 in tall. He weighs 230 pounds. His job requires him to sit all day long. He has given up on keeping his weight down. He was once a fit and handsome man, but that is way in the past. His sex drive has all but gone too. Sometimes his cock works just fine. Sometimes it works part of the time and somet...