Disclaimer: I don't agree with any of the faux-feminism in this story. There is also no incest in this story, despite it being about a mother and a son. All my stories are like that. Also, there is some forced bi, and some bleaker aspects of humiliation. It's all in good fun, however, even if it seems dark. I hope you find it as sexy and fun as I did writing...
This is my first time writing, but I've been reading for a while now. This story is somewhat a reflection of my life so all character names have been changed. This is only the beginning. Tell me what you think. It started out has a little harmless flirting, I never thought anything major with happen. After all Torrell was just a boy that I met at camp, I di...
It is the kind of day I craved while laid up: a perfect fall Sunday with no plans. The sun is shining, there is just enough of a breeze, and Center City is once again my playground. As I step out of the building, I think about where I want to go first. South to the Italian Market? East to Penn's Landing? North to the Parkway? No. I know where I'm headed. I...
The stories you are about to read take place in a world very much like our own. However, there are a few major differences. Every woman in the world has at least one fetish or sexual behavior that they are compelled to indulge in whenever given the opportunity. This urge manifests itself once a woman reaches sexual maturity around their 18th birthday, and p...
Hello, brothers and sisters. How are you today? My name is Aamina Tilahun, and I'm a young Black woman of Ethiopian descent living in the City of Toronto, Province of Ontario. I was born in the town of Gondar in the Republic of Ethiopia, though my parents moved to Canada mere months after my birth. I'm as Canadian as maple syrup, as they say. As a six-foot-o...
It is Sunday evening and I find myself on vacation in Southern California ready to spend a quiet evening walking the beach watching the sunset. The sky is clear and a full moon is on the calendar. I am expecting to experience the best part of my vacation tonight, just me, alone, watching the waves and smelling the fresh salt air. I leave my rented beach ho...
One of the worst problems in American history is a problem that U.S. citizens are still facing today, the problem of discrimination. Throughout the years discrimination based on gender, race, sexual orientation and age have all been fought against, it is in the Constitution that no one shall discriminate based on those qualifications, and yet people still do...
I dropped the belt & quietly asked "McCarthy, where did you learn to be such a docile Slutboy for your Mistress?" The ex-Marine Chief Cop's defeated shoulders drooped even more: he knew his shameful, submissive secret would have to be shared with his female boss!? "Mistress N'gyuen van Duc, I was a Marine Captain in Vietnam in the early '70-s. I was leadin...
Life in the burning sands of metropolitan Dammam, Saudi Arabia, is complicated, especially for a queer Muslim woman. The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia is a forbidden place according to the Westerners I meet from time to time. I was born and raised there, so it’s essentially all I’ve ever known. Still, even with all the restrictions that are imposed upon Saudi Arab...
She stood in the elevator alone as she went up to her penthouse. She was the richest woman in the town and one of the sexist. She stood there in her tight, low cut black dress showing her curves nicely. She had double D cups and a round ass that make any woman jealous. She was blonde and just oozed beauty. She was on her iPhone when the elevator jerked and g...