The sequel and conclusion of the "No Longer a Game" story. I suggest you read that one first. Thank you. ***** Prologue - Natalie cringed on the floor, watching Lolth. The goddess was in her spider form, her body a glossy black, her eyes a burning crimson. She dangled upside down in the web choked room slowly spinning in place. Natalie made occasional f...
***Prologue She was naked, cold, and afraid. However, this wasn't the type of fear to make you run from your demons, no, this was a feeling of numbness; an empty perception that filled her mind and shrouded her thinking. Something was wrong. The female sensed an evil inside of her, it filled her core with a dark ambiance. She couldn't identify the source be...
"Good Muslim girls aren't supposed to mess around with Christian guys, especially the ones who are teaching them," Nabila Osman's best friend Fatima Yassin reminded her, and the young Somali-American Muslim woman nodded sagely, as though heeding her friend's words. The sarcastic glint in Nabila's golden brown eyes told her friend Fatima otherwise. Fatima sig...
Tonight, the Heart & Crown restaurant was hosting the year's first official munch of the Female Domination/Male Submission Club of metropolitan Ottawa, Ontario. There were twelve people in attendance, seven men and five women. Among the attendees, two unique souls found themselves drawn to one another. A tall, slender Southeast Asian woman in a resplendent e...
This story contains elements of CFNM, BDSM, authoritative control and family relationships. If any of these elements are likely to cause offence, please skip to another story. It's 2012 and the recently renamed state of the C.F.N.M. Republic has been in existence now for nearly 40 years and public nudity and control of all males has eventually become the...
Chapter 3: The Museum Nicola had run upstairs after the incident with Tom's cum. She hadn't known what to do at the time, so she wiped most of it from her face before returning downstairs. Tom was stood in the kitchen looking sheepish, Natasha was on her knees wiping the remnants of his seed from his bare thighs. "Turn around," Natasha said, almost annoyed...
I am weird. There, I finally said it. My name is Clarice Juanita Samson. I'm a tall, good-looking young black woman. These days, I'm a student at Harmony College, a small private school located in Harmony, Maine. It's a very good school. I selected it among a sea of others because it offered excellent athletic opportunities for both sexes and had an even num...
This is a re-write of something I wrote a few years back, whilst also been brought update, it isn’t an adult erotic story, its deals with the questions and psychology of been transgendered and also features some of the hardships which I have undertaken whilst my transition has been evolving. Am I truly beginning to understand the journey, that began 32 year...
Real Black men don't fear strap-on dildos, I cooed softly as I eased my extremely well-lubricated toy into my sub's tight ass. The big and tall Black man groaned as I penetrated him. Leonard Lucien is the first man of African descent to contact me for a session and I wasn't sure how to deal with him...at first. Most of my subs tend to be middle-aged white ma...
I am a fairly average guy in my thirties, about 6 feet tall, 180 lbs. The only things that distinguish me are that I am fairly well off financially, am considered by many women to be very good looking, and I have a clinical fear of intimacy that has totally screwed up my sexual relationships with women. I had no problem with performance the few times that I...