The name is Mohammed Youssef. I'm a big and tall young Black man living in the town of Mogadishu in the Nation of Somalia. I'm here to tell you the truth about the War Against the Undead. The War against the Zombies. In the movies and poorly written novels, whenever the Zombies rise, they're always attacking someplace fancy like North America or Europe. In r...
Sam glanced at his watch again and noted the time. Not usually a stickler for punctuality, even he was starting to be vaguely annoyed. So the company Christmas party wasn't the biggest event in the world, she knew it was important to him. A promotion was hanging in the balance over the next few weeks and still he could hear the shower running and the soft so...
We had gone over a week without seeing each other. I was about an hour late getting home, and had been thinking about what you told me this morning. You said that you wanted me to take you, posses you and your body. I had spent the day thinking about how I was going to do just that. With the thought of your flesh against mine and me having my way with you,...
She sat patiently on the floor, hands behind her back folded properly with a long ribbon covering her eyes. She was wearing the pair of red panties that he adored so much and a black and red corset that matched perfectly. Her heart was pounding with anticipation for what was about to happen. She started slowly breathing, trying hard to calm herself. She was...
You are late leaving work and you're rushing to get home as you are supposed to meet Daddy there at 6 on the dot. You feel frazzled as you're running late as your boss stopped you on the way out to ask a few questions that could have easily waited until tomorrow; you need to stop and pick up your dry cleaning, you need to stop at the store and pick up a few...
Imagine it... we've decided we're going to go out and play darts, have a few drinks or whatever. But before we leave, a few preparations are required. You smile; pulling my jeans down and taking me over your knee, you pull down my panties and paddle my ass until it's nicely reddened. Spreading my cheeks, you lubricate my asshole with your tongue, soaking it...
Rachel stood diligently at the heavy oak front door of her master's house. He should have been home from work an hour ago and she was beginning to get worried. It was their anniversary after all, and she was looking forward to any surprises he might have planned. Rachel ran her hands over her milky naked body. It was soft and supple from all the lotions and...
You sit there on the bench, nervous and unsure of what to expect. You've been to a dominatrix before, you've dipped your toes into the BDSM scene at a few public events, but you've never had a private session with Mistress Millicent. She left you a list of instructions prior to your session: a specific time to be there, a specific room in the dungeon she sh...
This story contains issues of domination and force, and is for readers 18+ only. Enjoy! {For JJ Eldredge, wherever you are...} ***** "I am a filthy slut" she thought as she shifted her weight from one knee to the other on the cold thick cement slab dining room table where she was on her hands and knees, naked. Goosebumps covered her creamy flawless, hair...
Sarah reclined on her throne as two beautiful African American twins gave her a foot massage. Looking down at the chained Garrison, Jessica and Becky, "You have failed as sex slaves" she told them imperiously. "Looking at the hooded figure behind them. "Execute them." The executioner used the axe to behead the three. "Where is Karen?" "You had her taken...