PREVIOUSLY -- Jonathan comes home from work to discover that Jasmine, the love of his life, has been kidnapped. He receives a phone call from her abductor and walks to a nearby motel where he is also captured. Mistress Cassandra introduces herself and tells Jon that unless he submits to her whims, he will never see Jasmine again. Faced with that awful prospe...
The day sped by and I remember nothing of it but a few scattered images of little importance. I remember when I pulled up to the Bacchanal and handed my keys to the valet. I remember the young man turning and staring at me for a moment entirely to long. He had sounded like he had something stuck in his throat. He couldn't even say my name for better than thi...
My name is Sandra Jay and I am a tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I live in an apartment with two tall and very sexy, voluptuous Black lesbians. Madeline Brown and Michelle Anderson. I am absolutely in thrall to them to the point of becoming their very willing love slave. It's not just a game to me...
Firelight and incense, gleaming gold and blood red silks, her feet made no sound on the thick carpet that ran down the middle of the temple. A word others might avoid, but she didn't this was a temple of lust. She was nude save the delicate lacy looking gold bands on her wrists and ankles, marking her as already assigned. Any might look and indeed she was fa...
There is always a disconnect between people's public persona and their truer, private selves. I guess it's true what they say. We all do weird stuff in private. My name is Daniel Lincoln Lemieux. A big and tall young Black man living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I'm originally from the town of Trenton, New Jersey. Yep, I'm as African-American...
Being married inevitably involves falling into certain routines. Over the past few years, I have become a very early riser - any time I sleep past 5am is exceptional. But Saturdays have become something of an exception. Waking early, I spend some time on the laptop writing or surfing the web after smoking a bowl, then return to the bedroom around 7am, more...
Chapter 03: Mind Games He lived in her neurons and he had ridden in her mind as she brought him home with her away from the shell of the Victorian Institution where his rule had been law and life and death to the fallen women who had been brought to him. As she slept he had perfected his hold on her and he had drawn strength from the fear and humiliation wh...
The beast was raging inside of me tonight. It would have to be fed. I hadn't let it feed in a long time. The last time was more than three months ago. The anger was strong, pounding in my head. Strength was coursing through my body, electric pulses making my muscles jump, twitching under my skin. I could barely drive, pressing the accelerator to the floor, p...
The warrior spurred his horse and leaned forward, drawing back his curved sword and roaring out a challenge to the castle guards. Steel flashed in the sunlight, catching the bloody rays of sunset as the guards stepped out onto the packed earth of the courtyard. The warrior was good - and his horse was a fighter, too. The huge mount wheeled and turned, dodgi...
It had been three long months since Savannah's confrontation with her mystery guy and every day that passed she became more and more paranoid. Knowing that any sexual encounter she had could very well be used as future blackmail material, she'd seriously curtailed such activities as best she could. Though she had to concede on one point; her own sex drive wa...