Author's note: lots of interracial cuckoldry, submission, and humiliation for both husband and wife here. This is inspired by Karen Kay's stories. Spare yourself if you are not into that sort of thing. On the other hand, there will be nothing gay, no chastity belts, or "cleanup duties." A week later, Jon and Dana are spending the evening at Stephen and El...
My name is Mary Virginia Rosenthal. I live in the town of Ottawa, Province of Ontario, in Canada's Capital region. I'm five-foot-eleven, kind of chubby but still pretty, with reddish brown hair, light bronze skin and pale brown eyes. My family is a veritable blend of ethnicities. My grandfather Hansel Rosenthal was a Jew from the Heidelberg region of Germany...
Dear Shoeblossom My first husband was an asphalt salesman; he sold cork flooring, too. I locked him in a plastic belt soon after we met; that much time on the road can make a man quite frisky. And of course you know the type. Ralph "Rip" Muztagh was a flirt from the word go. And he had what you'd call a long "cunt collar" amongst his friends. One of his...
Here we are, Babs, two seats. This reminds me of the days when we used to sneak out of college to the coffee shop in the high street. I don't know about you but I am going to have a cappuccino with lots of froth and lots of chocolate. How about you? Just a latte -- are you sure? What about one of those chocolate eclairs? No? I hope you didn't mind me calling...
Contrarily to what most people in America believe, many Black women are actually quite submissive. Not all of them are the loud-mouthed, opinionated and sometimes downright belligerent gals portrayed in today's movies, television shows and commercials. My lover Beatrice Edmund is living proof of that. She's a six-foot-two, heavyset, busty and big-bottomed, d...
As Salam Alaikum, my people. The name is Steve "Suleiman" Fleur, and I'm a big and tall young black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Hull, Quebec. I'm an accounting student at the Hull campus of the University of Quebec, and lately, life has been throwing a lot of hurdles my way. No bed of roses, that's for damn sure. Might as well tell you about...
Camden Marianne never used to smoke. It just wasn't something you ever did in New York. So much had changed in the last year that it was natural to accept the cigarette Phillippa offered her. It was far from the first she'd had today or even the last few weeks. She balanced the length of the British cigarette on her lower lip, her upper lip holding it in p...
Mel Gibson and Oksana Grigorieva It hadn't been a good summer for Mel. His relationship with his girlfriend, Oksana Grigorieva, suddenly soured. Call it a coincidence but the relationship soured, when Mel refused to marry her. After putting up with her lying, he had seen enough of her to realize that she wasn't a good match for him. Then, the final straw, w...
Tuesday Morning, Department of Justice: “Please state your name for the record.” “Candace Camille.” “What is your occupation Ms. Camille?” “I work for the mayor as his secretary.” “Could you please tell the court the reason you are here today?” “…I was gang raped by five black men, whom work for the mayor.” “Now, how do you know they work for the mayo...
Nights were hardest now. The dark uncertainty of morning -- and what might come, like shades of gray marching across her ceiling, because even Copenhagen's wharves lay quiet now -- whether by day or night. The constant stream of rumors from the south, of Germany and Austria on the march once again, had unsettled even her father -- and nothing ever unsettled...