Author's Note: Finally! A new story! This one is also kinda personal. Haha I swear writing is much cheaper and more effective than therapy. I'm warning you now, it is extremely short (for my usual stuff) but I promise there's a method to my madness. As always thanks for reading, commenting, and voting. Happy Reading! ******** "Please don't do this." "What...
My heart was pounding. I turned my head and noticed that my hand still being held by Steven. It was also around the time I happened to notice that the two men next to us were fondling and groping the woman between them. They definitely had her full consent, because one moment she had both of her hands grasping the arms of the two guys and the next, she shove...
I love to feel a woman quiver and moan from the attention of my tongue and mouth. Anything, anything at all that makes her squirm is my pleasure. But this time we break new ground and I find I am giving more than usual. I loved it! Tonight you have brought your black lover for us to share. I am heady with the thoughts of what is to come. As we start to plea...
My name is Samuel Clarence Marcelin, and I am a young man of African-American descent living in the City of Dubai, in the United Arab Emirates. Like many men the world over, I find Arab culture fascinating...especially the ladies of that culture. I came here at the behest of my employer, Magyar Ltd, a Hungarian-American civil engineering company that does a...
'One extra pint today - and double-cream!' Enoch crunched the scribbled note in his hand, put it in his pocket and grinned: Mrs. Howell was one of his favourite customers and he never let her down. Carefully, he twisted the solid brass handle and eased the heavy oak door aside, shushing it sternly when it creaked on its hinges. He looked over his shoulder,...
The car turns in a long shady drive towards the cottage. The cottage, I smile, is rather like a large house than what I pictured in my mind. It was a week ago when the courier brought this adventure. Tucked into a red envelope, neatly written was this address, day and time. I recognized the handwriting immediately. It belonged to my Master, my top, my Dom, m...
Kathryn made one last check of her costume in the full-length mirror before her. She was dressed as a medieval maiden. A long slim dress, the bodice snug and low cut. The pleated skirt fell from a gold girdle at her hips, and the tight sleeves ended in a point on top of her hands. It was made of a silky, stretchy fabric that fell in heavy folds around her...
This story is a part of the Blackedmerica series, which is set in an alternate history. ***** Chapter 3 Up on the second floor, in Milton Hobson's science class, Scott Olson finished up his presentation on early 20th-century flight in front of the class. "So if it hadn't been for the Wright brothers..." Scott showed an old photograph of the two black...
I've always been pretty useful with my hands and before you start with the jokes, yes, I enjoy a good wank like any other guy - who doesn't? (I haven't gone blind, yet; although having to shave my palms once a month is a drag). It's the reason why God gave us opposable thumbs! Anyway, apart from some average d.i.y skills about the house, I also give good mas...
My wife and I met at university we had studied art and head the good fortune to be placed in the same group. I was instantly drawn to her, she has the most magnetic smile and eyes which seem to light up when she speaks, the way she pronounces words makes me want to keep her talking, she seems to pronounce every single letter in each word but somehow it sound...