It seemed like the drive to New Orleans was so much longer than it had been before. We were finally going to a place which offered the freedom we had dreamed of and the acceptance of who we were no matter what. The Sanctum of Lavishness was within walking distance now and I couldn't wait another second for the chance to have what was desired and needed for s...
I found myself in an unbelievable situation. My back held tight against the freezing doorway, my wrists were secured high above my head with rough, digging rope to a conveniently placed hook. My red satin shirt hung open revealing an indulgently decorated black bra with a now vulnerable front clasp. My hips swayed vainly trying to gain balance. Only the very...
"On the second day of Christmas, my lover gave to me, Two lovely boobies and an orgasm with her tongue. -S." What does this one mean? Mandy had called in to work and lazed around into the afternoon; she still couldn't sit or even put on a loose skirt after the paddling last night. From Sandra, of all people. Her lover was slender, shy, and absolutely submi...
Hey, there. I am that rare Black woman who craves White guys. And this is my story of going around trying to satisfy my lust. The name is Anita Berry. I live in the city of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I study business administration at La Cite Collegiale. And for as long as I can remember, I've been into White guys. I can't explain. There is just something...
She had the information they needed and they all knew it, but for some reason she being reluctant to talk. Brendan and Shirley had gone so far as to pick her up and lean on her in one of the interrogation rooms, playing the good cop/bad cop routine for all they were worth. Their reluctant informant was feeding them trivial things, obviously wanting to keep t...
Continued from Their First Time. Sitting on a tall wooden chair watching Paula wash dishes, Ryan wished he could help her somehow. Smiling to himself, Ryan trotted quickly up the steps to their bedroom and quickly reapeared, hiding something in his pocket. Nudging her gently to the side, he finished up their dinner plates and put the last one in the drainbo...
*all references to characters, locations and events are fictional. Any similarities between this story and real life are purely coincidental* Walking back to their bedroom to get dressed, she feels a lingering weakness in her knees. What's gotten into him tonight! She hadn't been taken like that in a long time and feeling him both outside and in always le...
I sat at the computer trying my hardest not to eaves drop. Although, they merely seemed to be engrossed in a rather dull conversation, my anticipation for what might happen nagged at me. I could only make out a word or two and could not come even remotely close to the topic of discussion. My solitaire game was beginning to show its boredom as I continually c...
“Hey, listen to this one,” Jim said, with that funny sort of snicker he had about his laugh. And he began to read a story from the Penthouse Forum. I don’t remember what it was about, but it was hot and Fran and I laughed. They had come to my parents´ house to join me in raiding the liquor cabinet while my folks were away on a short trip. Not too admirable...
Apparently, Somali Muslim lesbians don't exist. Hmm, that's news to me because I see one every time I look in the mirror. My name is Halima Ali, and I'm a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I study bio-chemistry at the University of Ottawa, and I'm also fairly active on the campus LGBT scene. Indeed, I'm the only Musli...