Knocking? What, god I was in pain, unable to move. I must have fallen asleep. "Nicole! Are you in there?" A voice, sweet like the moon's reflection over water called to me. Tori, my sister, but not biologically. We are the same age. "Yes!" I croaked, the water was now chilly. "Are you OK," Tori entered without warning. "Tori!" I moved to cover myself b...
"Having a fascination with Sikh women is a bad habit for a Muslim man, especially one of African descent," cautioned my friend Sanjay Singh, the young Hindu guy I've known since first year at Algonquin College. We were both newcomers to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, and started school at the same time. In spite of our different backgrounds, we bonded. I've al...
Desdemona opened her eyes reluctantly. She'd been fighting consciousness for a while now, but the ever present, ever annoying ringing ensured she didn't fall back into deep sleep. Grumbling under her breath, she rolled over and reluctantly sat up. The silk covers pooled at her waist as she stretched and yawned, her long dark hair tangled over one shoulder....
Part 1 It had been some months since Dom and Linda had played with others. After their last adventure, things went quite during the birth, recovery, midnight feeds etc. Dom however, missing out on a lot of that, grew ever hornier and more depraved thinking of new perversions to try and enjoy. Finally, they had resumed fun with each other and were getting k...
Authors note: This is a multi-part series following the sexual journey of two married couples, as they explore various fetishes and kink, including their own sexuality. Please read the story tags. You've been warned. When I woke up, Lisa was still asleep, her head on my shoulder, in our usual position. Her arm and naked breast were resting on my chest. I d...
A man in a designer suit sat relaxed in his seat, he stared across the white tablecloth, over the uneaten bread at his date, who didn't seem quite as confident. They were seated in a French restaurant constructed in what seemed to be a modernized version of an art deco style, large chandeliers hung from the ornately trimmed white ceiling, Corinthian columns...
The days when poverty stricken parents sold their children into slavery are a distant memory. They are stories from the nineteenth century not the twenty-first. This said, parents are quite entitled to earn a 'finder's fee' if they introduce prospective staff to an employer. Times were hard in Rio de Janeiro and Mateus' father wanted the best for his son....
"It's totaled," the balding man said from behind the counter. She stared out behind him through the long glass windows at her demolished car. The end of the driver's side door was indistinguishable from the beginning of the back door. The trunk was popped open, indefinitely she'd been told. The other side still looked perfectly normal. She couldn't see it f...
I awoke to darkness. Where was I? Even with my eyes open everything remained black. I reached my hands in the air and touched something soft and fuzzy. Wool? Oh right, I was in Misumi's boots. I recalled the events of last night. On the bright side, I think I got used to the stench because I smelled nothing. I had work today... How long did Misumi plan on k...
He glanced at the clock on the wall, expecting his friends any minute. The table was set with snacks and cards and poker chips. A cooler with chilled beer bottles sat nearby. Everything was in place for the party, including the girl. He glanced at her, kneeling next to his chair, her head bowed but her back straight, and grinned. He was proud of his property...