The days keep going by. And I find myself feeling empty. It's such a dilemma when you're torn. I'm close to getting my Master's degree in business administration from the Sprott School of Business at Carleton University. Even though the City of Ottawa, Ontario, is home to some of the best colleges and universities in all of Canada, a lot of young Black men i...
I posted this letter on the Internet for my husband to read while he was away on business. Dear William, I am posting this publicly because, you know, sweetie, I like to humiliate you. I have a dinner date with Brian this coming Saturday. I've been seeing a lot of him, haven't I? I guess you can tell; I really like him. I've been extremely horny since my...
This was the day. It had always been "the day" for the two of us. Valentine's Day had never been just a cliché holiday for us. We had met on this day, so many years ago, though a twist of fate. It was on this day we had first said the words "I love you" to each other, the day I had asked her to marry me, and the day we had said "I do." I was special, and alw...
Shaima "Shay" Osman, born in the City of Chicago, Illinois, is, by all definitions, one of those young women with a bad reputation. Born to a Somali immigrant mother and a white American father, both of whom gave her up shortly after birth, Shay Osman didn't have it easy and bounced from one foster home to another. The City of Chicago was full of people who...
He could tell you were restless. You had that pent up energy that needed its release. As his slave and fuck-slut he had come to know your moods. And the mood you were in could only be improved if you had quantities. Today he had caught you fingering your twat while sitting on the toilet. You tried to disguise what you were doing by pissing. Sir James just h...
I kneel on the floor. Waiting in the Dark. A familiar room. Seems like hours go by. I kneel naked waiting and anticipating. She finally arrives. She enters looking so beautiful. She locks the door and walks to a small light on the night stand. She turns in on. Her long dark hair gently flowing. A black tight Pencil skirt and white silk blouse. Black tall...
Basking in the glory of pleasures with which we met the dawn, your breaths became slower and deeper as you melted into Egyptian cotton covering the lofty feather bed. The down comforter floated across our bare flesh, lightly teasing my pulsing thoughts to savor every sensation I could possibly capture in the quiet sounds of the morning. Rhythmic heat floode...
Usher's newest album is pure sex. I'm listening to "That's what it's made for" and the brief spoken interlude that sounds like a clip from a porn script, complete with breathy intonations that I know so well, has gotten me turned on. I've been in rare form this week; every single night, I've found myself browsing this or that story on Literotica (yes, I've b...
He knew it would be a shocking surprise. In the last few weeks, he'd made contact with an old high school flame -- the only true love of his life. While they had both gone their separate ways and were each married to other people, neither was very happy with their respective situation. Or so he'd discovered when he called her out of the blue. Within minutes...
I am not an evil woman, although the history books will probably depict me thus. More misled I think, vain certainly, weak, perhaps. But before I die, entombed alive in this prison cell, I will tell my story and may it haunt you for all your mortal days, a warning to those who embrace greed and ambition. My tale begins in Hungary where I was born in 1561, I...