Liliane, Countesse de Chaumbard, was almost thirty-six. Her husband, the count, was very old. He could not hear well, could hardly walk, but he tried to fulfill his marital duty honestly. Almost every night he hobbled bumpily to the countess’s bedroom, lay down on her, He twitched his skinny rear several times and fell asleep, not finding the strength to go...
FEBRUARY 3, 2001 Starla smiled as she worked on the liver and onions. Oliphant was still going on. "I just don't understand, Starla, how you can continue to associate with these working class types. I hoped that living in my house would bring you and Ken up a bit. you do, after all like some classical music." Oliphant looked hopefully at her. "Must yo...
A big yawn ended the day for Johnston Jones (nicknamed Constant Jones by females during a college groupie). He began drifting off to sleep in bed alone and thought there was no comfort in being left alone at nights. In recent years as a successful young business executive, Johnston had escorted numerous great looking women to social events but once those yo...
Man, I'm not sure where these haters come from. I'm always getting some hate from them. You may be asking yourself why so many people would waste their time hating a tall, good-looking black college man. It's because of who I am and how I live. The name is Dwight Brown III and in all likelihood, I'm better than you. Face the fact. How else would you explain...
Parrish Pindler stood in abject pain as his testicles dragged, with the extensive weights attached to his chastity belt. Babs whacked the weights between Parrish's legs as he stood before her. "Yup, that fellow Copeland is a genius! I needed a little more vavoom to your chastity device, and this certainly has given you something to think about, huh babe?" B...
Sometimes, it takes a lot for a man to realize what's right in front of him. Seriously. My name is Adam Alters. I was born in the town of Blacksburg, Virginia, and I grew up all over the place. For half my life I lived in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. Nowadays, I find myself in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, of all places. When things didn't go too well d...
The name is Christopher McLord. College student, Macho Man and International Trickster Extraordinaire. I am the hero of this story. A tall, good-looking young black man living in urban America. Standing six feet three inches tall, jet-black and quite handsome, weighing exactly two hundred and fifty pounds. And last but not least, I am the proud owner of twel...
My name is Jericho Stanford. I'm a six-foot-tall and rather good-looking young black man living in rural Virginia. I am originally from New York, but ever since I won myself an academic scholarship to an elite Virginian school, I've been living there. The only thing I missed about New York was my boyfriend Manny. My tall, good-looking and well-endowed chocol...
It's nine o'clock and I finally come home. Who am I? The name is Stephen Saint Jean. A tall, good-looking black stud of Haitian descent. Twenty two years old. Currently a student at the Virginia Military Institute. I'm studying Criminal Justice. One of these days, I might join the United States Army as an Officer or join the Virginia State Police Force. I'm...
Author's Note: Hi guys, this story originally started in the thread of The Submission Accelerator, so do give them some love. After realizing that my vision for this story was not in line with the core concept of the original setting I decided to move to a new place. So the starting chapters are quite similar to the ones posted there. And now enjoy the Occul...