"Stuart, would you like Jacques and I to be your Dominant couple? Just remember that my dear husband Jacques is Straight," Katrina Wong said, smiling. The forty-something, gorgeous Asian-Canadian lady, known in BDSM circles as Mistress Trina, leather-clad professional dominatrix, nodded almost imperceptibly at her friend Stuart. Earlier, they had a lot of fu...
This is my first submission here. Apologies if it's perhaps not as good as some. It was written in one hit, without breaks or pauses for thought. True 'stream on consciousness' it's a tale of what I imagine to be a good night out with my 'perfect' partner. An honorable mention must be made to a very special lady, who inspired me to write this. We're out fo...
This is not a stand-alone story. Before you can understand this chapter you must read Sensitivity Training Can Mean a Lot part 1. ***** When Firebush woke Beercan Tuesday morning, Beercan realized that he was starring directly at a pair of shaven low hangers and an erect penis jutting out of a patch of bright red pubic hair that had been manscaped to look...
The muscles in her hips she had pressed into use as she fucked fantasy-Darrian the night before were actually sore the next morning as Taryn went through her gym routine. It was a delicious soreness. She looked forward to exercising those muscles so they wouldn't be sore. Taryn was ready. She just couldn't find a guy to peg. So it was good ol' dependab...
Call me Madame Noire. My government name is Crystal Bernardotte but nobody calls me that. For as long as I've been alive, I enjoyed inflicting pain on me. I don't know why. I guess I shouldn't be surprised that I became a professional dominatrix. I embraced this side of myself after suffering several setbacks in both my personal life and my professional life...
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...
My name is Hodan Kader-Hussein, and I'm a young Somali-American Muslim woman living in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I work in real estate, after graduating from Northeastern University with my bachelor's degree in the field of business administration, and my husband Yasser Hussein works for the MBTA as a supervisor for their mechanical engineering divi...
Spencer Askren leant down and hugged his daughter Amy goodbye. “Be good in class today sweetie. I know you will crush your physics test,” he told her before giving her a kiss and sending her off. “Thanks Dad,” Amy replied. “Don’t forget I have softball tryouts this afternoon,” she told him as she left the school drop off area and made her way to the entrance...
Earth witnessed a massive meteor shower in 1950 which brought along with it extraterrestrial life, albeit as unicellular organisms, several of which crashed as meteorites in Central Asian, East Asian and South Asian countries with a few of them landing in the North and the South Americas. These single-celled organisms had a lot of similarities with viruses o...
This story is entirely fictional and is in no way connected with the subject. This story contains adult material and is only suitable for people over the age of 18. If you are under 18 please stop reading now. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living, dead, or undead, is purely coincidental. All characters...