"You were right, that was fun," Melissa said entering into the backroom at the back of Club Nightingale. She was dressed in a full Soviet military uniform complete with Karl Marx beard and moustache. "I told you it would be," Claire replied following close behind dressed in a three-piece suit, her short blonde hair slicked into a perfect part and colored gr...
Yvette Seraphim is the name. I'm a big and tall, dark-skinned and big-bottomed young Black woman of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. People often say I resemble Tennis Champion Serena Williams, only taller and curvier, with more booty. I take that as a compliment. I am also a Transsexual. There, I said it. I am what I am and...
Paula was sitting on the couch in her pajamas reading when we burst into the room. Sam stopped suddenly, causing me to bump into her from behind. "If you hear any unusual noises tonight, Paula, try to ignore them." Samantha said breathlessly. "We may quite possibly break the bed!" "Why?" was all Paula asked watching my hands as they encircled Sam's chest t...
Stepping out of the plane Melissa took a look around and felt nature's beauty calm her ruffled nerves. The golden sun was going down behind a green mountain, casting rays that made the clouds in the sky seem like layers of blood floating, mingling and threatening to pour down. Insects had begun to sing their night songs and the last chirps from the birds ind...
Prior to reading Pt. 2 I recommend reading "Mature couples first foursome Pt. 1" as a way to introduce yourself to the characters, and to set the stage for the ending of our first foursome. Thank you. ***** In Part 1 of the story describing our first foursome I ended with my husband Walter taking one of Cindy's pretty feet in his hand. No sooner than he di...
I cinched the soft restraint around Jack's right ankle. He was stretched out, spread eagled, in four-point restraints. The soft morning light passed through the shear drapes casting soft shadows across the king sized bed and highlighted my bound lover's body lying on the contrasting dark sheets. My hand was still on Jack's ankle as I looked up and admired my...
"Only three more months until vacation!" she exclaimed over her nightly glass of wine. "You don't have to remind me, I can't wait" I replied, taking a sip of my ale. "If anything, I'm more excited than you are!" She smiled at me, her green eyes twinkling. "You just can't wait for vacation sex!" "Guilty as charged! The things I'm going to do to you..." "B...
Chapter II: The Lover's Tryst We made love more often than we talked. I spent months learning his language, but the language of our bodies seemed to be the only one we needed to speak. Phillip's court was run with the utmost care and supervision. The beauty and splendor of his empire was ever present before me. I, being his wanton fool, was blind to just ho...
My story isn't conventional. Nor is it something that is told on a day to day basis in this world of fear and repression. It is a story told with whip and chain. The paper made of flesh, the words prepared with blood. It is a soliloquy of bondage. Bondage of the mind, the flesh and the soul. It is a whisper in the corner of a club, a search on the internet,...
"Alack, alas! Another botched date for Peter. At least it one ended before it began. So much for an Ideal Partner Quiz." A sigh came from Chris in the next room. Peter called to him, "At least I can thank you for not saying 'Told you so.'" He had met Patricia through some online dating service. By all the conversing they had done through online chats and th...