Author's Note: Sorry for the delay, but I had to take some time to enjoy my summer. Hopefully y'all understand. ;) Also, I promise this is the last chapter without our good friend Talon. He and Tempest have some unfinished business and it'd be too cruel to leave the poor guy out of the ring any further. This chapter takes place right after the events of 8B...
"It was a male, I'm sure of it. It looked just like the ones in the pictures." "Where did you put it?" "We didn't catch it. It got away." "How did that happen?" "Jen and Magda were on the flanks. They were busy." "We stopped as soon as we heard the call." "It ran right past them." "It didn't come that close to us, we would have seen it." "Oh, like yo...
I'd known the Doc for several semesters, and we'd do small talk during my breaks. She was taking the once-a-week life drawing classes at State University and I was often the male model. It was an ongoing recreational art class in the evenings, no credit, just a means for art students to get in more time with a live model. After a 20 or 30-minute pose the m...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Considering the long lapses between the different chapters I've made this overview, chapter zero. This 'story' contains a survey of the different characters, as well as a synopsis of the different chapters. This chapter will be replaced with extensions as often as needed. If you haven't read previous chapters or if this series will still grow...
Madelyn Pryor looked at herself in the mirror. Not as an act of vanity, but because she was comfortable with who she was. There she saw a woman who almost had it all; a career she loved as a freelance environmental consultant, one which offered her financial stability, independence and a sense she was doing good in this world. She had a wonderful two-story t...
Chapter 10: Snap I followed Joe to a less crowded area, where he slipped into a men's room. I was sure he'd chosen this particular john because of its remoteness. I felt positive I was right about Joe, that he needed to masturbate after what he saw. Giving him enough time to get comfortable, I looked round and found the hall empty, to which I opened the bat...
This segment follows exactly where the first one ended. Please read the first one to become familiar with the chain of events that got us here. These stories are short and will take only a few minutes. We continue… These two older, sophisticated looking ladies sat comfortably on the couch. Sipping their coffee and smiling knowingly at me. I continued to st...
The weird things that some of my boyfriends ask me to do to them never cease to amaze me. Seriously. The name is Mika Adewale. A six-foot-tall, athletic and muscular, short-haired and dark-skinned Nigerian woman living in the city of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I have a thing for sexually submissive Black men. And I don't really hide it. It's put me at odds...
Call me a BDSM innovator because I'm always pushing the envelope and breaking new ground. The name is Zainab Osman and I'm a young woman of Somali and Yemeni descent living in the City of Calgary, Alberta. A lot of people are surprised when they see a woman from a Muslim background such as myself exploring all the twists and turns of the world of BDSM. That'...
The name is Matilda Petty. A six-foot- tall, broad-shouldered and plain-faced, heavyset and big-bottomed, dark-skinned black chick living in the city of Bridgewater, Massachusetts. These days, I am a Bridgewater State University student-athlete ( my sport is wrestling) who is desperately addicted to hooking up with sexy bisexual black men. I simply can't get...