Hello there, thank you for reading this small excerpt from my life, my name is John. I am a 22 year old landscaper, I am also a slave. I have many fond memories from my teenage years, mostly of playing video games, sailing, playing ball and so forth. But all that changed around three years ago. I was a highschool senior at the time (held back a year for inc...
Holding hands while walking through the Saint Laurent Mall in the east end of the City of Ottawa, Ontario, my boo Tyrone Ferguson and I got a lot of stares. Oh, well. Let the haters stare. Yes, we're an interracial couple, an Arab woman with a black man. Guess what? We're of different hues and we're happy together and the world isn't ending. My name is Amina...
3 - Dirty Pictures: "What the fuck!" VJ spat. "Paper jam? PAPER JAM! What's it mean paper jam? There's no paper jam because there's no sodding paper in sodding machine! I mean, that's what I was trying to do, load the bloody paper." "You all right?" I ambled over to him. "I swear, one of these days I'm gonna smash this load of shite to pieces!" He snarle...
The true stories that I've posted here on Literotica.com about my cuckolding have generated many emails to me. Some hateful and some asking me to coach or mentor them but most with questions or comments so I thought I would post some of them here. Anyone seeking advise from me, I make it clear that I'm not a psychiatrist or psychologist. I'm an engineer but...
Shada Salman licked her lips before fastening them to Stephen's long and thick ebony cock. The sexy Saudi gal began sucking on her boyfriend's member like her life depended on it. Stephen leaned back on his chair, going as far back as he could. The bright red BMW was a spacious car, but it clearly wasn't designed for the kind of sexual acrobatics these two l...
Her stylus marked the last letter in the tray of fine sand. Reading it over once more, she checked that the message was safely hidden in the jumble of letters. She copied them over onto a strip of thin paper, blotted the ink, and rolled it tightly. The sand went back into a jar. The strip of paper went into a smooth, round-ended ivory capsule that she closed...
He was late. As usual. Never should have wasted his time getting the phone number of that blond stopped next to him at the red light. He was incorrigible. Mary was right. This group was going to be his last chance. He found it at last. Right across the hall from Overeaters Anonymous. (It had given him quite a start when he peered in that window!) This door...
Even as I sit through yet another "multiculturalism and tolerance meeting" in downtown Ottawa, watching the Mayor reach out to the Muslim community after yet another Arab guy got locked up for honorably killing a 'westernized' Arab woman, I can't help but wonder at the naïve and exceedingly tolerant mindset of westerners. They have no idea what life is like...
Anonymous in the USA, finding himself/herself awake, hoicked into a spittoon which was a half-finished jam jar and scratched mushrooms under both armpits. Who in the world should Anonymous lampooned or harpooned today? Slipping on two knuckledusters and then, awkwardly, spiked underpants, Anonymous staggered to the latrine and urinated the $100 bottle of F...
Janice and Mike (not their real names) are a married couple in their mid forties. Married about twenty years. About ten years ago they started playing with a male chastity device and discovered they were having a lot of fun with it. They have been using it ever since. The device is a stainless steel or plastic tube about three and a half inches long and abo...