****************************** Copyright Oggbashan October 2008 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. ******************************...
I felt good that day. My girlfriend went on a hen weekend, and I was left alone, with a few days off. All my mates were working, so I had nothing to do. Being slim, and of the same size as my girlfriend, I did what I thought was only natural. I dressed up in her clothes. I had always loved doing that, dressing up and sitting at the computer having a cam-to-c...
Chapter #1 Natalie's Basement Encounter The sun was shining bright on this early November morning in Mid-Town Manhattan. Driving down the street was Natalie. Natalie was driving to work at the mammoth Clamp Center. A technological marvel that had everything fully automated. From motion detecting lights to talking elevators, the Clamp Center had everything a...
Just as my Goddess predicted, I strutted out of that bathroom as proud as a peacock. Sure, I looked ridiculous wearing a black lace bra that was clearly visible under the threadbare white cotton t-shirt. Sure my face looked like a cross between a clown and a hooker with my whorishly painted red lips. And yes, I smelled like stale piss. You would too if you w...
She was an island on the outer banks and I was a night shift at a twenty four hour deli. She wore the sun and beach in a deep tan beneath her dark flowing hair, I was a pale white beneath a neon beer sign, flashing on and off, on and off. It was an impossible thought that we could ever meet, ever even think of a distant future where we might be in the same p...
I lay sprawled prone on the living room floor sucking on Gloria's toes while she in turn knelt between Pattie's legs licking her pussy, while she in turn sucked on Barry's cock. The pecking order was in place. Every relationship has a pecking order, girlfriend, boyfriend, man, wife, it's all about who controls things. In our relationship it was Pattie who co...
It was a hot, very hot day in Southern California. Most of the time the weather is nearly perfect, but the temps are highest, the wind doesn't blow as much and the smog seems to be at its worst in August and September. Even though we have a/c and a wonderful pool, we just couldn't seem to cool off. I was feeling a bit agitated and wanted to get out for a wh...
What's up, people? My name is Kia Holbrook, and I'm a gal with a wickedly hot story to share with you. I'm a tall, curvy and sinfully sexy African-American dominatrix living in the City of Gaithersburg, Maryland. Southern belle of the curvaceous and proudly Black persuasion, born and bred. I recently married my favorite bisexual Haitian-American stud, Samuel...
Sitting comfortably in her basement/dungeon, Ottawa's premier dominatrix Madame Whitley looked at her submissive, Shane Johnson, as the big and tall, formerly masculine Black dude stepped out. Clad in a pink Tutu, blonde wig, crimson pantyhose and high heels, the brother was finally letting out his inner slut. For years, Madame Whitley struggled to help Shan...
"I found myself as always, walking back to my place within my own thoughts, when I came across a woman dressed in beautiful boots, pantyhose with a certain glitter to them, leather skirt long enough but also showing a portion of her legs, a white silk blouse, black calf leather gloves and jacket, her hair dark pony tail style, smooth kind features and a witt...