The idea that every redneck is a racist is preposterous, if you ask me. My name is Dawn O'Shea and I'm a lifelong resident of Biloxi, a small town in the heart of Mississippi. I was born on November 9, 1967, to Thomas and Darlene O'Connor. My father worked for the U.S. Postal Service and my mom was a schoolteacher. I studied business at Jackson State Univers...
Tim was so preoccupied with his methodical babbling he hadn't even begun to dress. He was pacing a line from the taupe door of his hotel room, past the full sized bed, to the large highway adjacent window and humming air-conditioning unit. The white terry cloth towel was flapping against his knees as his pale feet beat on the flat red carpet. He growled wi...
One Saturday morning I went to work as usual, I was working for a local moving and storage company. I lived in the middle to lower class section of town. I had finished High School about ten years ago and was going to night school. The jobs that we moved seemed to me always to be high-class areas and there weren't to many black men in that area. Well we got...
Claudia was a white blonde woman with a beautiful face; she looked exactly like a princess and acted a little bit like it sometimes. She knew how pretty she was and wanted the best thing for her. She was 28 years old, she gained some pounds over the year that didn't make her unattractive but her butt definitely got bigger too. She was going to the gym someti...
At Silky's Georgia's eyes adjusted to the light inside the bar. She looked around her but, even as she did so, she realised that it wouldn't do her any good. She was looking for her Master but she really had no idea what he looked like. She had heard his voice and seen his hands and his 'package' on camera but... *** His orders and her GPS had brought her...
Letter from the author: As is the case in all the stories in this series, there is a lot of female domination, humiliation and even some bi-sexual acts by the male character. If this is not what turns you on, please move on. I never understand those of you who read these types of stories and then bash them for being what they are. Some people enjoy these typ...
(continued from "Sex In The Spa") We reached the construction jobsite about dusk and the work crews were in the process to putting tools away and securing the area. Debbie handed me a hard hat and we jumped out of her car. There were three buildings in different stages of construction. We headed to the largest one, which seemed to be the most finished. Befo...
Chapter Three: My sissy maid lifestyle becomes more set in reality. Morning comes and I carry on my new sissy morning ways, shower, shave, makeup and dress up in my maids dress, this morning a pink satin one over pink pantyhose and pink patent 5 inch spike heel pumps. I dutifully prepare breakfast for my Mistress Helen and get a bowl plain porridge for myse...
I'm on a Greyhound Bus heading south, sitting right down at the back at the outside window. It's the appropriate place for a runaway slave; soon to be an ex-slave if everything goes to plan. Every few minutes I can't help craning my neck around to squint back along the road as best I can. I'm half expecting to see the blue and red flashing lights of the loca...
My name is Joe and this is my journey. I live with my mother who is 40 years old. My mum is 5 feet 8 in height and has blonde hair and a gym fit body. She went to the gym often and also does yoga. My dad left when I was young and my mum divorced him and took all he had. He was abusive to my mom and the court ruled that he she give her everything. Luckily for...