Countless hours browsing the web for the kind of videos and images I knew I wouldn't find. No one caters to my own unique brand of kink. There simply aren't any BDSM websites out there which cater to people of African descent. My name is Jarvis Roger Mondesir. My friends call me J.R. I was born in the City of Jacmel in the Republic of Haiti, and moved with m...
Note: This story is the twelfth episode in a series entitled "April's Story". If you have not read the previous eleven episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I strongly recommend t...
I lay Swati down in bed and wiped her mouth, thighs and pussy with a damp towel. A shiver ran through her frame, so I covered her naked body with a sheet and lay down on my side next to her, my head propped up on one hand. "My God, Swati! That was the most incredible thing that ever happened to me. Where did you learn to do that?" I asked, running my finger...
Mike felt as if he were floating on a sea of clouds, the exhaustion he felt before was slowly slipping away. It was moments like these that Mike felt at peace with himself and memories of the past just remained in the past. His peace was short lived, as the dreams started again. Mike was five years old again, he was awoken by the sounds of screaming coming f...
Annie was a college junior who was very innocent and shy. She was a brunette, almost 5’5” tall and varied between 110 and 120 pounds. She was not a busty girl. Even as innocent as she was she wished her breasts were just a little bigger. She had spent most of her first two years at college studying and doing the best she could to learn everything needed for...
Sorry it took so long for me to finish editing this. I am trying to get these out faster but I'd rather that they make sense rather than have them out quick. Some of the stuff I write and then read back later really makes no sense at all. I think it has something to do with being tired. Anyway, enjoy! * * * * Chapter Four Cassianna lifted her hand, wa...
(Everyone in this chapter, and the ones that follow, is at least 18 years old) * High school was not a fun place for my first three years. I suffered from an incredible case of the shies. To that point I had only had a single date and still hadn't been kissed. My social life, to say the least, was non-existent. While all the other boys were talking about t...
*** Reminder: This story, as well as all characters in it, are real. However, all names including my own have been changed for privacy, and likewise with the names of the towns in this story. Also, ALL characters within this story are now above 18 years old and have been for a few years. *** After taking Chassidy's virginity, my night at the lake was a g...
Another drink was in order. I had been coming to this bar for months and they knew myself and Ally well. Ally would be my best friend who I've known for years. We did everything together including taking our fake ID's out for a spin every Friday night. The place we were at now, 'Sneaky Dees', was a little sketchy for my liking and the men were older but I de...
It had been a good day at school for Anne so far. She had remembered to visit the girls' room before Miss Heath's class, well recalling that teacher's stern refusal to countenance release of any pupil to visit the lavatory, and Anne's recitation both in that class and in French class with Mlle Jumel had won her A's from those demanding instructors. She gla...