We all have a purpose in this life. Mine was to serve a dominant white mistress. My name is Michelle Haverhill and I’m a six-foot-tall, busty and big-bottomed, kind of chubby and extremely dark-skinned black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I was once a high-powered attorney working for one of the big law firms in Boston. I walked away fr...
As my husband and I have written in prior submissions, we really began to explore and enjoy our sex life as we got into our mid-to-late 30s. After enjoying threesomes and my first bisexual experience we continued our exploration of a more erotic lifestyle. We kept expanding our horizons. This is one story of our horizons being expanded. One afternoon I was...
After a lot of independent vetting, several face-to-face meetings, and an arrangement where a good friend was in the other room, I finally elected to have a bit of "pick up play" with a local Dom. OMG, he scratched itches that I didn't have the slightest clue were tickling me. He's a self-professed "sensual rope top" who seemed to have zero presence in the...
Note: This story is the seventh episode in a series entitled "April's Story". If you have not read the previous six episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend that...
Night fall. While the rest of the survivors slept Malcolm Brand sat outside under a brilliant moon. They had built him a tent shelter as a temporary measure. After succumbing to the Nordic apples that caused his body to unpredictably grow to colossal size they were worried that he might destroy their new Ganthorian starship home should he enter his old qu...
At about 8.30 PM we, returned to our hotel and both of us went to our own suites. I refreshed myself and changed my dress from pant to trouser and a sports banyan. Then I called for the waiter and ordered for two plates of Roti and Two plates of Panner Kofta to be served within a half hour. Then I knocked her door connecting inside the room. I heard her...
Incontinent nudist Susan Biggs had been dating her boyfriend Rick for almost a year after they met and thought she had it all. A man who loved her, despite her urinary incontinence, a comfortable nudist lifestyle and a new-found pee fetish; she only used the toilet about 10% of the time. Susan believed whole-hearted that she and Rick would be married soon, w...
George rumbled slightly and rolled over in his bed. There was something, someone more accurately, moving around downstairs. He paused for a moment slowing his breathing slightly and focused his mind to drown out the steady sound of the air conditioner. It was in the living room with the Christmas Tree. That got him to his feet even though it was his head had...
Natalie dressed simply when she came to my apartment for the shoot. Her curly blonde hair tumbled low, past her shoulder blades. A plain black t-shirt hugged her lithe frame. Blue jeans, sandals. She left her toes unpainted, but she'd got a French pedicure at my request. She was nervous and it showed. Natalie, usually bubbly and loud, barely murmured a "hi...
9th Day "Heavy Duties" It was beginning to dawn when I woke up, by a light push on my head. It took me some time to realize where I was and why I was there. As I was coming to my senses, I remembered that last night I didn't go to bed. As my vision cleared, I saw Miss Kate still sleeping on the couch. Her right foot was under my chin, while the left one re...