* * * * * Copyright Oggbashan November 2005 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. * * * * * The following are 15 fifty-word stories w...
My sweet Amina I want you to fart on my face and also fart loudly during anal sex, my boyfriend Tyrone Ferguson said calmly to me as we sat cozily inside the Caribbean Sensations Restaurant in the east end of metropolitan Ottawa, Ontario. Located on Montreal Road, the place is small but absolutely wonderful. I'm really fond of Caribbean food and have been...
Every year, the DAALS a Black Femdom organization invade a city to form white slave and establish a place where dominant Black Woman could live their life as they see fit. Not all Black women in life are dominant. It's an idea some people love to share even if it's not right at all but there's some with bad intention. Being Dominant don't mean they are bad p...
Every year, the DAALS a Black Femdom organization invade a city to form white slave and establish a place where dominant Black Woman could live their life as they see fit. Not all Black women in life are dominant. It's an idea some people love to share even if it's not right at all but there's some with bad intention. Being Dominant don't mean they are bad p...
Like I mentioned earlier, this is a fiction series involving an upscale white couple leading a cuckold lifestyle with a young Black man. If this is not the kind of subject that you like, please don't read any further. Several months had passed, during which some noteworthy events happened. Master Faisal had been successful professionally: He received His P...
Part Nine Cleaning Up the Mess Two Sudanese soldiers untied and cut the duct tape from his arms, legs, and torso. Battutta, Shawn's sadistic torturer, looked at the men, "Turn him around." They turned him around. To say they turned him was a misnomer. He was so exhausted they had to hold him up. Battutta looked over his handiwork; the exhaustion, the fea...
Damien Martin had just about had enough of Cassidy Lassiter and her "honey-do" lists of late, so when she told him that she left a list of them on the fridge again, he groaned, ignored them, and poured himself a cold beer this particular Saturday. He was not going to do a thing about them. He had done far too many on his Saturdays of late, and he was fucking...
I wistfully looked at the painting as I walked by it and paused. The warm deep desert colors radiated from the canvas; the soft blues and golds washing over me like a mellow summer day. My ankle itched as I looked at the beautiful single silver belled ankle bracelet laid upon the golden hued silk cloth beside the blue rounded jar. I almost caught a scent of...
Chapter Twenty-Six That evening, James was resting, watching the news channel when Carolyn and John walked through the door. He felt more himself, his bruising fading fast. After giving James an injection which would hopefully kill off the tardigrades, they sat together to discuss what had happened and what would be their next move. "How much of the vaccin...
Bagoas sat in the shade of a tree in the central courtyard of the Taourirt Kasbah in the desert of Morocco. He was a large person, well muscled due to his frequent exercise. Near him sat his body servant and protege, Hamid, just turned 18 and learning his trade. Hamid was fortunate to be apprenticed to such an important person as Bagoas, for Bagoas was Maste...