"Samuel, you're a frigging waste of my time, I don't want anything to do with you, so lose my fucking number," Mistress Whitney, one of Ottawa's top professional dominants, screamed into the phone before hanging up. The curvy, caramel-hued biracial gal sat in the living room of her townhouse located near the Bayshore Mall in Ottawa, Mistress Whitney shook he...
Steve was going crazy. He was sure if it. It had been two full weeks since he had felt the sweet release of an orgasm. Two full weeks since he had even touched his cock. It was driving him mad! Steve always had an interest in strong women. He wasn't a weak man, he was as fit and confident as any average 30 year old should be. But he had always been attracte...
Chapter 1: Meeting Mistress Sarah Joe's heart pounded fiercely as he stood at the door to his Mistress's house. He did not expect to be so nervous at his first meeting with her. After all he had known her for over a year. Mistress Sarah had been gracious enough to allow him into her world. He was fortunate to fall under the control of such a beautiful domin...
Bella sits in the chair in the hallway, waiting for her Mistress to come home. Having finally gotten everything ordered and in place, she's ready to turn the tables on her harsh Mistress Miaya. She's wearing a pair of black leather pants that look as if they were painted on her. She loves how they show her lovely legs off, and decided to wear them in defianc...
Nabila "Nana" Osman can be considered beautiful by virtually any standard of beauty. Six feet tall, bodacious and curvy, with dark brown skin and long, curly dark hair which she no longer bothers to hide under a Hijab, she is classy, lovely and timeless. Whenever she steps out on a stroll, whether walking around downtown Toronto, or casually roaming the ever...
My name is Peterson Jean-Pierre and I'm a Haitian-Canadian brother living in the City of Gatineau, Quebec. I was born in the City of Montreal, but I've been living near the Quebec/Ontario border for some time now. I attend La Cite Collegiale, where I study police foundations. One of these days, I can see myself working in the field of law enforcement. Just...
"If I ever deal with a Black man again, he'd have to be different, I would need a Black man who can admit he eats female ass, and isn't afraid of my damn strap-on," Madina Ali said, and the tall, curvy and scantily clad, masked young Somali Muslim woman smiled at her unseen audience. Got them freaks right where I frigging want them, she thought with a happy...
My name is Kendra Jones. I'm a six-foot-tall, curvy and big-bottomed, dark-skinned Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. These days, I'm a student at Barrack College, a historically Black private school located at the heart of the City of Champions. In the eyes of the world, I am a strong Black woman. Captain of the Women's Wrestling Squ...
BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR. He remembered that later, much later but by then it was too late. By then every semblance of masculinity had been totally stripped away from him. He was no longer master in his own home. How could he have been so foolish? Had there been a part of him that hoped she would find out? He had been so careful, smug even. Why shouldn...
Authors Note: This is my twentieth story…even though it’s not technically a story. This is the transcript from a chat session I had a while back with one of my online lesbian lovers. We both obviously enjoyed the chat and I hope you all do to! Enjoy and please remember that all feedback is much appreciated! Thank you so much Laura darling for being my amazin...