June 7th, 1815 -- South Carolina - Harrison Plantation Betty Harrison peaked through the drapes out the window as her father ripped the shirt off slave Jim's back and began to whip the large black man for looking at Betty the wrong way. It was Betty's fault, she couldn't help but admire how large he was, his rippling muscles, his height and strength were un...
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by George Lucas and Lucasfilm, Ltd. No money is being made and no infringement is intended. Gungan Diplomacy The Gunguns had gathered in the swamp. Boss Nass stood on a tree as Queen Amidala, Jar Jar, Anakin, Qui-Gon, Obi-Wan and the rest of the Queen’s party approached. He thou...
This story is a slight continuation from my other story "The Drive". Tim and I enjoyed our new-found game of flashing truckers while making the 2 hour drive out to the beach-house. Our little exhibitionism during our drives was quite fun and became a routine for most of our trips. We both found it extremely exciting in a fun safe way. Unfortunately it cam...
Early Sunday morning, Tom and Maggie awoke from their sleep to to sound of their alarm clock. Tom was an elder at their church, and had to be at the church early to unlock. He whispered to Maggie that he knew it had been a long week and she should just sleep late. Maggie acknowledged Tom's kind gesture and smiled. She asked him to set her alarm for 9:00, so...
It swam in a frenzy, instinctively knowing that it was about to be fed. Half a dozen assistants, and the lead researcher, Prof. Hynes, stood at the observation window, watching the creature circle in the chamber below. "And this is what we are calling a Tyrannus Temptatur, which for those with a good grounding in Latin, means 'Tyrant Feeler'," said Richard H...
I'm standing in front of her naked and sobbing. I'm crying uncontrollably, shaking, my eyes burn with tears that cover my face, drip to the floor. My hands at my sides, the backs of my cheeks and legs are covered with deep red welts. She stares at me. She's dressed as she was in the basement, dressed as she was when she came home and ordered me to my puni...
I am one of several slaves my Mistress Marisa keeps in her household. I am completely owned as are the other slaves that serve her. These episodes are written with her permission. It is my, our story... ****************************** "You know, I only ask one thing of you. It can't be that hard to get it right." You are standing next to me. Dressed in ti...
Jean took C's penis between her fingers and squeezed its base. She didn't want him cumming, not until her needs had been met. He groaned equal parts pain and frustration. She knew he wouldn't have lasted much longer; his little penis was twitching uncontrollably, what began as a seep was now a steady flow of precum. His penis she knew was about to blow. The...
While this story involves a black woman and a white man, I chose not to categorize it as interracial. Their coming together had nothing to do with the color of their skin, and everything to do with attraction and the plain, human desire for sexual connection. It was one of those serendipitous moments confirming that nothing in life happens by chance. I was...
I had spent the entire week looking forward to this day. I was no where near as anxious as I was the first time. In fact, I was more excited than anxious. I arrived at the art room a little earlier than I had been told to, as I wanted to get my nerves out the way. Ms. Becker was arranging the chairs as I came in. "Oh, hello DJ," she said as she glanced up at...