This is a serial fantasy story from the point of view of a painfully shy, under developed cuckold, about how a rich black Alpha male opens up the cuckold's very first serious love, and brings him and his puckish, but equally shy and physically under developed fiancée, into a long term polygamous living arrangement with the Alpha male's beautiful and dignifie...
Chapter 9 - A DAY THAT WOLD LIVE IN INFAMY A couple of the missed calls were repeats of the same numbers. But there were 7 messages on my voicemail. All were from 7 different people. All of them pretty much said the same thing: "Marcus told me about you. Are you available today? Hope you call me back." I played back each message and let Mae listen them to...
Author's note: This story is mainly a description of what it might be like to be a ponygirl slave, for which purposes it is set in a vague dystopian world in which ponygirl slaves are objects of use, and not selves to be cared for. There has been a conscious attempt to cover all aspects of such a life, including those that I would have been inclined to shy a...
When Tiffany and I went to Dublin for our honeymoon, she showed me a new and exciting side of herself. In St. Stephen's Green, as we were taking photographs, she flashed some young guys. Later that night in a city bar, she began to tease two eastern European business types who were sitting across from us. Tiffany was wearing a new dress that buttoned down th...
A rough shaking awoke #4 from her reveries. The Headmistress was back. Gone was the softness and passion of the night before. Here was the Woman In Charge, hair pulled severely back, make-up sharply defining her pronounced bone structure, immaculately tailored suit screaming power. "Time to send you on your way," she said curtly stripping away the covers. S...
There are a lot of things in this universe which are simply unexplained. Fortunately, what I am doesn't have to be one of them. You see, I am the First of my Kind. Throughout the ages, we've been called many things. Those who walk in darkness. Blood drinkers. Vampires. Night walkers. Many think of us as revenants, coming back from the dead to drink the blood...
All characters are at least 18 years of age Chapter 6 – How To Show Pride In Being Black Owned!!! OR – What Queen Of Spades Tattoos Mean to A Big Black Cock Slut "Well if you love birds can take a break for a while. We all gotta get something to eat – besides white girl pussy that is Niggas. And you have an appointment at the tattoo parlor in an hour an...
I heard voices outside and froze. I strained to hear the conversation as it drifted in. I heard my name mentioned. I could tell there were a number of men, with him. They were laughing and joking. 'No he won't bring anyone into this place with me chained here like this, surely not. He would go to jail; he is not so demented.’ I heard at least two maybe three...
When Frank died, I made one of those over-hasty decisions that people often make when in a state of bereavement. If I might offer a piece of advice, wait until at least a year after the death of a loved one before you make any drastic moves. Frank and I had always planned to sell our suburban house and move permanently into our beach house when he retired....
Note: Forgive the shitty poem crap I did for the spells in the prologue and this chapter and any future chapters. I'm bad with poems but I didn't want to be all ICE BLAST!!! FIREBALL! HEAL SPELL! Ah well. . * Rainer drove himself and Asmodea home that day. He wasn't sure how Nerissa would react towards Asmodea... Or Lauren for that matter. Rainer's mind w...