He literally growled at her hiding there in the closet. In one swift movement he reached inside the closet and grabbed her by the throat lifting her up. As soon as she was free of the closet he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her back to the bedroom throwing her onto the bed. He quickly fastened her wrists and ankles to the bed. There would be no more run...
I sat huddled in the corner, silent sobs racking my body. The cold air rushed against my barely clad form, but the open windows were the only way I had to remind me that I was still alive. My soul was tortured and my heart was broken. I was alone and lonely and my sadness wrapped brittle fingers across my mind. The blank screen across the room mocked me. No...
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...
My eyes are radiant with your spirit; my nostrils fill with your fragrance. My ears delight in your music, and my face is covered with your dew -----Songs of Solomon I was sitting on my patio early this morning, the air was crisp with the impending approach of winter. I watched as the sun stretched its colorful array of arms across a sleepy sky. In one flee...
Waking from my slumber, I feel your member erect against my behind. Your arms are around me, gently holding me in place as we lay on our sides - spooning. Your warmth is radiating all over me, keeping me warmer than any blanket. Looking towards the window, I see the weak light of dawn creeping through the slits of the aged Venetian blinds. I turn my head slo...
Introduction This is another chapter of Chloe's story, a tale of lesbian seduction and domination starring Chloe Sharpe, an 18-year old dominant or "domme" at Woodglen High School. The chapter's a bit of an experiment, since it's a first person account told through a series of emails. The emails are from Susannah Rush, the 43-year old principal of the sch...
It was Elle's first visit to the Slave Farm; never in her wildest dreams did she think she would end up in such a place. Her old Master had decided he wanted to cut down on his slaves and had heard of the Slave Auction to be held on the first Tuesday of April. He did not wish to make money, although a slave in prime condition, as Elle was, brought a tidy su...
Just as Cadee came back from the bathroom, she saw the end of the fight, in the most dramatic way. The big shot from the first fight had an arm-bar on the grappler and the grappler refused to give. Just as Cadee got back to her seat, the grappler's trapped arm broke with an audible POP. The entire audience winced in sympathy, then some of the sadists in the...
Author's note: this story is unfinished and will remain unfinished, but as I start my next story I wanted to publish it anyway. I very much like the idea of an erotic wrestling story set in the "game mode", where certain choices will lead to different options down the line because the reader is either winning or losing the fights. However, I bit of...
Guanaja, 1705 On his way to Guanaja, Jack stopped at every port along the way announcing to everyone that would take the time to listen about his greater fortune. Along the way he received news of Blackbeard's interest and his looking for Jack. Jack insured he visited every port leaving breadcrumbs for Blackbeard to follow. When Jack finally reached the sm...