Please, tell me why I'm the way that I am, because I don't understand it. I'm a strong black woman with very clear cut morals, but I love to have sex with white men. There is something about a white man holding my arms down with strong masculine arms that make me go crazy. Oh, and if they talk dirty, that is even better. The dirtier they talk, the more I get...
All of the characters in this story are completely fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or otherwise, is entirely coincidental. Also all of the characters are well over the age of 18 - in fact the youngest is nearer 28. I have posted this elsewhere but if you've not already come across it I hope you'll enjoy it. ***** Wednesday Morning "...
Frisky Old Bird Next Door I've always had a thing for mature women. My first two sexual experiences were with much older women when I was fresh out of high school. And though I've dated mostly women in my age group, even marrying a woman seven years my junior, I'm forever turned on by good looking mature women and would hit one every chance I get, but had e...
Corinna's World I had no idea how long it had been—days, weeks, forever? Corinna and Slave kept me blindfolded and gagged most of the time, and whenever the blindfold was removed, I was in a dark place, like Corinna's stuffy, confining workout room or in the sadistic lesbian's well-equipped sex dungeon buried in the cold ground beneath her old mansion. My...
I tried a few half- hearted escapes, for my mind's sake, but I knew I'd at least get a new location. Breck took it with little emotion. I was a bit itchy from the skin drying soap he'd used to scrub me clean. I was boarded into a small plane with no windows and plenty of unfriendly women. The whole thing was carpeted and there were couches bolted to the floo...
Babygirl Ch. 06 When it was dark, dada took me outside, naked except for my collar and lead. He also carried some cords. I was barefoot and my feet started to hurt very quickly. As I was to find out, there was a footpath that lead from near my new home, across some countryside to the very same park where dada had rescued me. It took about half an hour. When...
I was shaking so much I could barely stand. "Prana," I said. "Are you all right?" "Chloe?" Prana seemed dazed, as if she scarcely knew what had happened. "What are you doing here?" "I tried to stop you," I said. "But they think I was helping you. Oh God." I felt my bladder almost give way. My knees went weak. I sagged against the wall. "You tried to sto...
I was in a bit of a mood. What I wanted to do was go out to a nightclub somewhere with my boyfriend for a few drinks and some fun and maybe even some frolics at the close of the night. Nothing wrong with some fun and frolics, now is there? Was that what I was doing? No. It was not. I was faithfully fulfilling a promise to Alison Newberry to go and babysit fo...
Abigail Morgan wants to die. Quite literally: she wants to die. Abi is in pain: her legs and thighs hurt and her bottom hurts. She cannot so much as turn over in bed without pain searing though her. And she is frightened. The looks she has received from girls such as Donna May and Ruth Bowers have left her in no doubt: sooner or later another ordeal is comi...
~*~ Zac ~*~ Ok, I said to myself as I sat down at the table with the phone and a phonebook, time to start planning. I rang the funeral home and booked a time so now I had to inform the rellies. I got through the phone calls to my grandparents and as I hung up on my Dad's big brother, my uncle I started crying. It was for real; he wasn't coming home. I p...