There was no doubt that she wanted him. All of him. She hoped they had time after lunch for a quick romp for old times sake. He had deep milk chocolate skin, full lips, and broad shoulders. He wasn't black, rather South Asian. He was a sensual guy she had met during her time in college who helped to develop her sexual prowess. They stayed in touch throug...
A newcomer to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, by way of Cap-Haitien, northern Haiti, Steve Dubois came to Canada's Capital region to study civil engineering at the University of Ottawa. He worked as a security guard for the good folks of Iron Horse Security to make ends meet, but the life of an international student in Canada was kind of rough. The higher rates...
Over the table Beth coyly leaned over the edge of the table and lifted her skirt as Jane watched. Jane's eyes widened and mouth opened in both shock and amazement at Beth's boldness. Beth looked over her shoulder and smiled as her friend stared at her nearly bare ass, clad only in dark purple tanga panties. "Just going to stare," remarked Beth, glancing...
Matt closed his eyes and slipped one hand inside his dark underwear. He had the little fluttery feeling of excitement and anticipation low in his stomach he always felt before he masturbated. It was more intense than usual because it was at least two weeks since he'd last had sex. He was naked but for his underwear having decided the moment his wife left fo...
I've been a bad kitten. I was only curious, as I often am. Master was away, and the collar caught my eye, its silver loop shining in the waning daylight. Master likes to slip his finger through it to pull my gaze towards his while I kneel at his lap. "Look at your Master, slut," he'll say. Then I know it's playtime. But there are rules about the collar....
You'll never know what hit you, I thought to myself as I smiled at Yasmin Khaled as we sat together inside the Eaton Center food court in downtown Toronto, Ontario. We just had coffee, and the six-foot-tall, pretty Hijabi from Somalia broke her own rules first by holding my hand and second, by allowing me to kiss her. I mean to get her into bed as soon as po...
November 31 Rosetta was wearing a flimsy sarong and dancing. She had me sit in a chair. I hadn't worn clothes for a while. She wasn't putting the show on expressly for me. She decided she'd like to dance and wanted an audience. It didn't upset me. I was just happy that she had stayed around a few days. It had been nice. I didn't feel so much like a slave. W...
Many thanks to those who read, offered their critiques and encouraged me to submit it – this could not have been written without you. ------------------------------------------ She felt him stirring beside her as he slowly inched away from under her arm so not to disturb what he thought was her slumber. Cracking an eye open, she spied him casually sitting...
Come here. You know what you came here for, my brother. You've been browsing the online world for a particular unicorn, the Black Dominatrix who caters exclusively to Black men. Everywhere you look, in the world of BDSM, it's stuff for white guys. Well, come here, and serve me, Mistress Shayira, the Black Dominatrix of your dreams. The only dominant sister i...
Sir picked up his princess from the train station, grinning that wicked horny smile that showed exactly how naughty a day he had planned for them both. He was dressed in his usual black jeans and a t-shirt, short brown hair and green eyes glittering as he took in the view of his beautiful slut in front of him. She had worn the dress that he adored - it alwa...