We had a wild relationship. My girlfriend was spectacularly lewd and utterly lascivious. She had already taken me places I had never dreamt of and kept promising me more. Bondage. Cos play. Public sex. No topic was taboo with the woman, she was constantly confronting me with new sexual possibilities. At times I felt as though she was dragging into the dept...
Out With The Girls As A Girl Ch. 02 “Come on honey,” Heather led me to the make up table. I stood, remembering to walk like a girl as she led me over. I sat and she began to work on my face. “A man can simply roll out of bed and be ready to start his day,” Heather said as she put foundation on me, “as a woman, you want to take the time to look as beautiful...
Around us, the men applauded. Katie was lifted to the floor and gently laid on her back. I was raised to a sitting position, and I couldn't avoid seeing the man step back from the foot of the bench, his long, softening cock still dripping strings of cum, its shaft glistening from Katie's juices. He was shaking hands with the other men, as some of them slappe...
The weekend had Came and went again like the rush of a passing car on a busy freeway. It seemed my life as a wife and mother at age 37 was one big blur watching myself age, never moving forward nor back, just hovering in one spot as all the other people in my life circled around me. I had known for some time my husband john was a bit board with our marriage...
My name is Wendy Stephania Polydor and I'm a 29-year-old Black woman of Haitian descent living in the City of Boston, Massachusetts. I work as a Nurse at a certain hospital and I am the proud mother of a son, Jefferson, and a daughter, Lilandra. Life as a single mother isn't easy, and the fact that my ex-husband Alan Stephenson, a Boston-area cop, is a miser...
Now that I'm close to retiring, I have lots of time on my hands. My name is Sharon Van Hoevell and I'm a librarian living in the City of Johannesburg, South Africa. The crown jewel of R.S.A. I was born on November 9, 1957 and have lived in the region of Gauteng for most of my life. I have lived through some of the most interesting times in the history of the...
Chapter 1 Our 15th anniversary was coming up and I wanted to make it special for my husband. I thought about several different ideas as gifts ranging from the tame (a week long vacation in the mountains) to the wild (offering myself as his slave for the weekend). The problem with these is that at one point or another during our marriage I had already given...
Mistress Wilma smiled to herself as she watched her slave Stephen, a big and tall, somewhat chubby but still handsome Black dude, don the Gimp Mask. I want you to experience total submission, the curvy, light-skinned Black woman said with a wicked smile. Yes mistress, Stephen said. Good slut, Mistress Wilma replied, licking her lips. Nodding to Kenny, her Bu...
Jenny Jackson walked through the glass, double, Kawneer doors on the front of the Oregon Employment Division field office in Beaverton at 9:30 AM. The office was a nice single story brick building with tall, radius-head windows and black glass that did not allow anyone to see in from the outside. The appearance was one of red brick with tall, black, keyholes...
Lesley rushed breathlessly down the opulent corridor, her bare feet padding on the luxurious, cold marble. The fingers of her left hand were looped through the straps of her four-inch stilletoes and her right hand grasped her matching clutch bag. She panted for air, her ample bosom heaving underneath her low-cut embroidered gown and tight corsets. The pearl...