This is basically a love story and of course all characters are over 21. I want to thank Navaura for her spot on editing and suggestions for the improvement of this story, it is a much better story because of her editing. I tried to be as accurate as I could without being boring, so any errors are mine. I hope all of you enjoyed the story as much as I did w...
This story chronicles the adventures of slave stacie, which is a sub story of the larger narrative of SirCarl and His "littleone." This series is about stacie, a new slave; she will have much to learn before Sir renames her thereby making her part of His ever-growing family. All participants are over the age of 30 (even a true Dominant knows never to reveal...
It has rained every day for the first two weeks I've been here. Most of the people seem to revel in it, walking around without an umbrella or making any attempt to run to a shelter when the rain started. As a matter of fact, they seem to go out of their way to GET in the rain, as if they were soaking it up after being parched in the desert. And I guess that...
Okay, so, as much as I tried to fight Scooter Titenbum, I must admit he is right, dag nabbit! I was worried about this chapter, but Scooter says to mention that this is more of a filler—specifically a tour of Hamish's castle. Please, please keep reading! He promised chapter 4 is a major improvement with a bath and some ... Thanks for the votes!! They de...
Part One: At The Art Museum A thunderstorm had caught me off guard while I was out in the open pushing my two children in a baby stroller, so I was glad to duck out of the heavy storm into the first doorway I could find. It was an old established art museum, but the sounds inside were surprisingly modern. "Would you look at that fucking pencil dick," a you...
"There it is..." His voice seemed to come from a far off place. Falls's eyes took in the sight before her. A castle stood strong and sure; a village, much like those she'd seen on the History Channel, or stared at in books, bustled with activity. Flags bearing some sort of Coat of Arms flew in the wind. "Where the fuck am I?" she whispered. She wiped her e...
"I may have found something," said Val. "Mmm?" Allen mumbled, his mouth full of lunch. "One of the books you brought from the library. I've been reading it and I believe I've found where they placed my sister's 'statue' after the imprisonment." Allen swallowed, standing up and walking over to Val where she sat on the bed. "Yeah? Sounds like good news....
Authors Forward: Again, thanks to you who gave encouragement and/or constructive criticism on my last submission. This submission below is yet another one about two people who DO NOT live next door. Hope you will enjoy. * My name is John Banks, I gained ownership of our condo at 30 but lost my wife and a whole lot of money three years ago when my divorce...
Note: This is a script made in inspiration from Illustrated Interracial's comic series, "The BBN". BBN stands for Black Breeding Network, and it is a satire on modern news reporting that focuses on all matters related to white women getting bred by black cock. This script is unofficial and currently not planned to be made into a comic by the illustrator Fobb...
"I'll bid eight hundred for the wench!" "Eight hundred and fifty; right here!" "I bid eight seventy!" While Melody's wide green eyes darted from bidder to bidder, fluttering wings of excitement beat down the anxiety that had been churning in the pit of her stomach. She was the third slave of the evening to stand naked on Victria's living room auction bloc...