Ursula Corbero Stories

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Ursula's Surprise (Revisited)

by benjie4 on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

Ursula is, you will recall, photographer Charlie Wentworth's favorite model. First, let's talk about Ursula's background: She was born and raised in Sweden and had emigrated to the United States a little less than a year ago. In Sweden she had almost never seen a black man or woman, and never up close. To make matters worse, her father was an avowed racis...

Ursula’s Return to Granity

by Egmont Grigor on Sep 13, 2017
Romance

CHAPTER 1 Granity was fairly quiet as Ursula Johansson rode down Settler's Avenue on her Harley, ending nine year's absence during which time she'd picked up a law degree and business management degree and had worked in seven countries, gaining work experience and living it up. Most cities of course were quiet at 3:00 in the morning. Her father's law firm...

Ursula: So Near, Yet So Far

by CyranoAndersson on Sep 16, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

So near yet so far... I enjoy writing a mix of true stories and fantasy stories and allowing readers to enjoy them on their own merits and decide for themselves which are absolutely based in reality and which are made-up. This story is no different but I would wish to plead with you that every last detail of this tale absolutely happened as related, only, I...

Ursula Again

by benjie4 on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

If you are new to my series I hope you will you will take a minute to comment, rate the story and tell me what you like, and more importantly what you don't like about this story, thereby, with any luck, making my stories better over time. Thanks. ***** Across the table from one another the next morning, over coffee, Ursula surprised Charlie when she opene...

U is for Ursula

by BethanyJ on Sep 14, 2017
Transsexuals & Crossdressers

It was Saturday night and I was all alone in the house. My mother and sister had gone out to the cinema an hour earlier and I was happy to be by myself for a change. Literally. I was dressing, slowly and carefully, watching myself in the mirror as I did so. I slowly slid my sister's tiny black thong panties up my legs and over my thighs. I turned around and...

A Transaction Of A Callous Kind

by clarkmj1 on Sep 17, 2017
BDSM

Mistress Ursula sat in her high backed throne. As usual she looked aloof, serene, confident, perfect. She was wearing black patent leather knee-high boots with polished steel 5-inch spike heels. A close observer would have detected a slight discolouration near the tip of those heels. Clearly the slave had inadequately washed his own blood from them with his...

The Witch's Summoning

by AmethystMare on Sep 14, 2020
NonHuman

Ursula grumbled as she lay back on her double-bed in her quarters at the inn, though she did not know quite why she had booked a double room when, of course, it was just her there. Not many wanted to bunk up with a witch and she came with the green skin and traditional garb of her class of creature, a large, hook-like nose curving out from her face with a sm...

The reign of Queen Ursula

by 3aaadad on Apr 22, 2025

"BWAH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAA!!!!" "Oh, this will be brilliant, soon I will be Ruler of the seas!!" Ursula viciously cackled as a plan formulated in her head. Everything would go brilliantly, or would it? As usual, whenever Ursula had a plan she made sure to do a test to see what would happen when the plan succeeded. She collected her ingredients...

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Dark Affairs Ch. 01

by PendragonPrime on Sep 16, 2017
Novels and Novellas

~o The Luscious Ursula o~ Edgar had difficulty remaining comfortable. The sofa he sat on was comfortable, the room he was in was a nice parlor. He was a shy, young man with little self confidence. His eyes remained looking down at the glass of wine that he held in his hands. Every so often, he would throw a quick glance up and steal a look at the buxom, red...

What Is a Master Ch. 02

by LorenzoAbajos on Sep 16, 2017
BDSM

Several weeks after I had met Ursula, with the help of Cynthia, my old friend, I received an invitation from Ursula to a party at her home in the suburbs of our east coast city. I readily accepted. I had grown to adore Ursula. I was so lucky that she was not married yet. That definitely gave me an opening. I knew the lifestyle she practiced and I was not h...