For those who are true AfroerotiK fans and keenly observant, they will realize that this story is a sequel to the Dominant Black Tales series. For those who are not as versed in my erotic tales, they can read the story of Bryan and his wife Rebecca in Dominant Black Tales. ***** Everyone thinks that what they believe is right. It's the mind's self-preserv...
"P-please, Dee..." the older man, said, pleading with Dee, his eyes brimming with tears. Simone and Sheila stared at the tube around General Vidalia's quivering, horribly erect penis. "So he can't go pee-pee until you tell him he can, eh, Deirdre?" Simone asked, chuckling. "Well, Norb has a real authority problem, Simone" Dee said, her eyes sparkling....
*** Author Note: Hey there, If you missed it, there's a prologue you should read first. This episode assumes you've read it. Hope you enjoy~ *** The door leading to the conference room backstage nearly flew off the hinges as the young ram shoved it open. The door slammed against the wall as it flew open as the young man stormed into the room. The stage...
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Part Three Chapter 1, Laundry Day Mrs. Susan Madison trudged wearily up the stairs of the St. Joseph's rectory carrying a brown wicker laundry basket. Luckily for her back, today's load of washing was on the lighter side, consisting mostly of Father Charles' socks, undershirts and some brightly colored women's underwear, which she didn't recognize. Sadly,...
It's a Friday evening and I'm just finishing supper, served by my personal slave Sophie when my phone rings. Like a good slave, Sophie instantly jumps to her feet and all but runs to the few feet to the living room to get my phone. She brings it over, kneels down beside me and holds my ringing phone out atop her upturned palms. "Here is your phone, Mistress....
My amazing editors knew I had written my last story, so this special project both caught them by surprise and gave them little time to work their wonders. I was accustomed to their talents, but they surprised and touched me by their loyalty, and I can't thank them enough. SueDanym suggested surgery, but I hesitated until a second opinion proved the good doc...
"Just sex?" she asked. Her voice struggled for control. A grimace floated across her face. "Yes, Liza," I said. "Just sex. It was good, but it meant nothing ¬-- it was gymnastics. She had a great body -- lovely tits. A bit bigger than yours I'd say, and firmer, but then again, she was at least ten years younger. But other than that, just sex. Sweaty exercis...
Who in his right mind calls me on the phone at 7 a.m. on Sunday unless it's an emergency? "Hello." My greeting to whomever was calling was not exactly warm and fuzzy, but neither was it in-your-face hostile. After all, it could have been my mother. "Tom, hi. It's Kim. I'm at the airport. Did I wake you up?" I wanted to sound more civilized. Really, I did,...
(c) 2009 by Thrillerauthor When I rolled out of bed that fateful morning, I had no way of knowing that it would be my last day as Matt McCoy. After showering and dressing quickly (how I long for those days!) I bolted out the door for my train, looking forward to another manic day on the floor. Although I was one of the youngest traders at the Chicago exchan...