"Oooooo..Ngobo!!!", I speak out, as I'm in my morning shower playing with my pussy while reminiscing the evening before. I'm so pleased I don't have to insist on fully clothed sex with him, at least on my part. Such an understanding young man. We never did enjoy the fire in the living room. He wound up taking me on the billiard's table in the recreation room...
Summer 1858 It was about 10:30. They'd been riding around the plantation since right after breakfast, observing the slaves cultivating cotton under the watchful eye of an overseer. "Uncle Mark, I'm going to ride to that copse of trees on the right and attend to a call of nature. I don't think my bladder can hold much more." "Mine's in about the same state...
The morning sun burst through the window and woke Kathleen. Her black lover's muscular arm was draped around her waist. Turning to Ty, she kissed him gently on the cheek and slithered out of bed. She unzipped her wedding dress and let it fall to the floor in a crumpled mess. Entering the bathroom Kathleen caught sight of herself in the mirror. Her beautifu...
I wrote this story in 2002. It's 10:30 am, and my stomach is doing backflips. I'm aboard a Northwest Airlines flight into Detroit Metro Airport after a one-week business trip to California, but I'm not airsick or white-knuckled. I'm thinking about my wife, who I will see in just a few minutes at the terminal. I met Lucia at a party in college. She was a tr...
This is an interactive version of my existing series of Freedom to Fuck stories, which can be found online pretty easily. In this Utopian vision of the future, women have no rights whatsoever and cannot say no to anything a man wants them to do. Advanced technology allows quick and simple body and mental modification, used by men to improve the women in thei...
Charles stood behind the counter. He was waiting to get off of work so he could enjoy his Friday night at the bar. Only a few customers had come into the music store where he worked, and each of them had bought something he considered crap of the worst kind, though it was not his job to say so. Instead, he simply sold them what they wanted and told them to h...
December 2012 - What Happened in Vegas or Jaye is broken If you have been following my ongoing narrative of how my wife and I transitioned from Mid- West white married couple to Black-owned sex slaves, you have seen references to the trip to Vegas my wife Jaye took with Robert, our Bull, about 4 years ago. When I first wrote it up based on her reports, it w...
It was getting warm on the porch. Mary and I moved our reminiscing from the swing to the sofa. I got bored watching cooking shows and moved to my office. With all the memories flooding my thoughts, I decided to document a few of our adventures on Literotica.Com. We had just been talking about our first encounter with a black person. This was in the sixties;...
My name is Kimberly Pierre. I'm a six-foot-tall, good-looking young Black woman living in the city of Buffalo, New York. By day, I am a student at Buffalo State College, majoring in the field of criminal justice. At night, I lead a very different life. The things I do at night would absolutely stun the men and women who think they know me. Especially the men...
Redneck girl abused by dad lusts after kinky black crush. 1. Sin Most people in my town were black. When I was a child, I had a crush on a black boy and in our last day of elementary school I kissed him. I guess a teacher saw the whole thing and, after commenting it with a few other teachers, decided to tell my dad. Really, it was just a closed-mouth peck...