Jenna pulled into the entrance of the dealership just as the spot right near the front door opened up. She smoothly turned her car into the spot and stepped out like a famous movie star getting out of a limo on premiere night. As she brushed some dirt off her skirt, she noticed a few spots on her outfit. A few cum stains had apparently missed her mouth. Luck...
My name is Heather Winston. Tonight, I'm making my lover Tyrone Wood's dreams come true. He's a six-foot-tall, good-looking, dark-skinned young black man with a very peculiar special interest. Which is basically a nice way of saying that he's got a weird fetish. See for yourselves, folks. He's really into racially themed domination and submission. When he fi...
Tom had been thinking about this moment for the past seven hours. He had just arrived home from attending the funeral of a family friend down in Chicago, and his wife Karen had greeted him at the door with a long embrace. "Welcome home. I missed you. I hope you've appreciated the ability to sit comfortably for the past few hours on your drive home, because...
Sitting at her computer desk, Miriam had a sudden epiphany while she read the email from Sir. With a jolt to her mind, she realized that she had never been so exposed before. Her upbringing, her friends, her schooling, her entire life experience had been composed of narrow and confining little situations. Now she was being blatantly and unforgivingly exposed...
Apparently, as a biracial Muslim woman of Lebanese and Somali descent, I'm supposed to be quiet, oppressed and submissive. Right now, I'm shoving my fist into the anus of one Bilal Abdirahman, and he's squealing like a miserable little bitch. While topping my bound and hapless Black male sub, I'm wearing a red bra and matching panties, along with my high-hee...
Author's note: This story contains violence and male abuse. Please do not read if you find this offensive or if it doesn't interest you. * I had been grading papers late in my office and was walking across the Quad at the University when my arm was shoved up into the middle of my back, causing me to drop my briefcase. Before I could even react, I was throw...
No one knows what it's like to be me. My name is Matthew Marquis. I'm a big white guy of Jewish origin who hails from the incredibly tough and resilient town of Stoughton, in the state of Massachusetts. I was raised by my absentee father and my guilt-inducing Jewish Mama. I finally escaped from my boring household when I went to Bay State University in Bosto...
Finding my One… Having never used a computer for anything but writing papers in college, I was not aware of an online chat until I saw my daughter doing so. She told me about how one could find interesting people online to converse with about many things. So began my journey along this road I am on. Having no Knowledge of the Lifestyle i would venture into...
All day Solomon sat in the Carleton University library, wondering how in hell he was going to extricate himself from the mess his life had become. He owed the school over two grand, and even though he qualified for a reduction of twelve hundred bucks, due to an international scholarship, they just told him he missed the deadline. It was too late for him to f...
It's tough being a God, ladies and gentlemen. People think it's all power and glory but they forget about the one thing which drives everything among intelligent beings. The pernicious and inescapable fabric of politics. That's why I left Home, and came to the planet Earth. I have built a new life for myself in the City of Toronto, province of Ontario. I'm J...