Sumptuous curves under gossamer cotton. A breeze fighting oppressive Carolina heat. A fever of desire. Standing at the foot of your bed, I tremble with anticipation. The flight from Boston was a study in self-control. Waiting to see you. The ride from the airport was agonizing. Wanting to touch you. Silently opening the door and climbing the stairs to your...
Harriet Saint-Bernard here. A young Black woman of Haitian descent living near the City of Toronto, Province of Ontario. These days, life couldn't be better. Sixteen months ago I graduated from Ottawa University with my Master's degree in Finance. And I currently work for the Target Corporation in downtown Toronto. Not bad for a tall and chubby, awkward Blac...
((Author's Note: This is a writing from my previous account which had to be closed due to personal issues. So please enjoy and leave me some feedback please as my reader's opinions and critiques matter to me.)) Disclaimer: This is a consensual non consent story meaning previous arrangements for this abduction had been made but is not told in this story unti...
Oh, man. I just can't stop laughing as I look into Hilda Brown's eyes. She is mad as hell. Why is she mad? My ten inches of long and thick, uncircumcised black cock are filling every inch of her tight asshole. Yeah, the big black woman is mad as hell. Her eyes are wide as saucers. Her lips are trembling. Sweat beads cover her forehead. And I can't help but s...
Another night, another kill. Once the moon is high up in the sky, I can shed my disguise. I don't know why but the moonlight makes it easier to shift from one form to another. I could feel the full moon coming, since several days ago. It pulled at me like a magnet pulling on metal. And I cannot resist it any more than the sun could refuse to rise. Thus, I be...
Magiere sat in the library, milling over a few books. However long she looked at the words, her mind just wasn't on them. Thoughts of the elven ranger a few tables over kept her from concentrating. She wondered if he had the same thoughts she did. She closed her eyes and all she could see was him. To most he was quiet and very private, but to her...she knew...
You walk into the dungeon together, stomach full of butterflies. You estimate at least fifty people are in the room, some playing on bondage equipment, others just mingling and talking. The scents of sweat, candle wax, leather, and lust fills the air. The two of you walk over to a set of wrestling mats on the floor, and he drops the small tote bag he brought...
The telephone rang. "Hello ... is that John?" "Who's that?" I asked to a voice I didn't recognise. There was a brief delay -- as though she was deciding what to say next. "You don't know me ... my name is Danielle ... I'm Ashleigh's friend." It was my turn to go quiet, to wonder what was going on, and wonder if I'd done something wrong -- and this was pa...
I awoke the next morning in extreme discomfort. My cock was trying to get hard but of course to no avail. I got up and headed down to start coffee and breakfast. The whole time I was still unsure about the events of the night before. I still didn't know exactly how I felt about eating another man's creampie. No, I was turned on. I just wasn't sure why. I rea...
This will make even less sense if you haven't read the first part. This story seems to be doing that weird thing of writing itself (or at least demanding that I rewrite what it doesn't like), and apparently it wants to progress by way of scenes, rather than chapters, so parts are less stand-alone than you might wish. ***** Holding me, his dick still semi-h...