I know this is a short chapter, but I wanted to update this story and give you a teaser. I hope you like the update...there will be more to come...thnx for the support:) ~Koco Kyss~ Alpha and Omega: the beginning and the end. Dominic was still trying wrap his mind around the things he had been told. Life was definitely getting more complicated, and the f...
The Auction Block It is with great fondness and clarity that I recall the thrill of standing naked upon the auction block with my arms and legs bound in chains, as Black hands worked over my body in particular grabbing my ass and fondling my cock and balls. My collar was chained to my wife's collar, and I watched through the corners of my eyes as she too wa...
"Hey. Hey wake up! Good morning Sleepyhead," said Vivian, shaking the daylights into me. I blinked, having forgotten my place momentarily. I was still wearing the black cocktail dress from the night before. It was now up around my hips, in contrast to having previously looked so very elegant on my willing body. Vivian peered into my fluttering eyes with appr...
My name is Mohammed Aziz, and I'm a young Black man living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born in the town of Kano, northern Nigeria, to a Nigerian father and Iranian mother. Seven in the morning on February 5, 1988. That's when I came into this world. Due to my unique heritage, I look quite different from most Nigerians. I stand six feet...
"You're really becoming the top favorite in such short a time," Kwon tells her. "We have a lot of guys waiting to see you tonight. Think you can handle it all?" "You know I want to drown in their cum," she tells him. She's the only White woman, the rest are horny Asian men, and she's only here to let herself be used any way they want to use her body. They...
Author's Note: This is intended as a satirical look at the differences in communicative abilities of men and women. ------------------------------------ It was a little before 8:00 in the morning when the doorbell started ringing repeatedly. When Susan opened the door she saw that her daughter Kelly was standing outside the door crying. She immediately hug...
This is the kind of reader Homer would like to "know." ***** A pretty and obviously affluent forty-something woman in a spankingly short maternity dress approached a short dark man in the Homer Vargas wing of an erotica bookstore. "My God! I can't believe it," she exclaimed. "You are ...you must be ... Homer Vargas!" "Now why would you say that?" the man...
I have noticed the 'idealistic trend' of making women a passive aggressive, instead of recognizing them for their "power that radiates from within them" that truly appears to be the most frequent reason for them opening up to a male in need. We have too much bias for a horny lady permitting an aroused male the right to give them a good fucking, instead of -...
Author's Note: I am not eligible to win this contest--just entered it for fun. I do hope you enjoy this entry and I welcome feedback. -SK -------- I love men. I love the way they move—their straight, tall spines and the way their eyes check out the perimeters of any new room they enter. I love the way they will protect anything smaller and more vulnerable...
I awake to the loud, but innocent chirping of birds, leaves and tree limbs rustling in correspondence of their antics, somewhere far above. I open my eyes. The lush greens of the treetops, bright pale sunlight seeping through the canopy lay hovering above me. For several moments, I lay in a somnolent daze, glaring up at the world above, until my mind f...