Although the tower was in the old section of the citadel, it proved to have some modern advances. A gearman approached the curved stone wall and pressed a small digital key to the stone. With a sharp click, the stone retracted into itself, revealing a doorway. Thalia approached and looked into the small bathroom in surprise. The room was obviously newer t...
Pretty in white... That's what my Mistress whispered in my ear after she finished dressing me in a white bra, a white knit camisole, a white linen blouse, white sheer pantyhose, and the palest-of-pink panties over them. She stood me in front of her full-length mirror in her dressing room, and she came up behind me. I was wearing white open toe sandals with...
A few important notes before reading this story: 1. Please read Chapter 1. and Chapter 2. If you don't read the first two chapters then this will make no sense. 2. This is a cheating wife story, if you enjoy that sort of thing I hope you enjoy this one. If you don't then you probably won't like this. 3. Constructive criticism, both positive and negative,...
It all began when I wrote the story 'Teaching Miss A Lesson'. I had always been turned on by situations where people normally in control and with a degree of power lose it or have it forcibly taken away from them. That story was about a good looking, young school teacher who ends up being blackmailed into sucking and fucking some of her pupils and I enjoyed...
The Nightmare In the first part of our story we saw how Trish visited the derelict Victorian reformatory and was brutally taken by an entity which was horribly real in every sense apart from being invisible. The traumatised young woman flees to her flat and a warm bath where she is introduced to the fact that her attacker has accompanied her home. Feeling...
CAUTION: This is not the usual story I write of affectionate interaction among women and men. It is a story of an abusive, using relationship that happens to be between a black man and a white woman. If this kind of thing bothers you, you probably shouldn't read it. The story is strictly a work of fiction, and is not meant to be a representation of a typical...
When most people look at me, they see a six-foot-one, lean and dark-skinned Black man with curly Black hair and light brown eyes. They make all kinds of assumptions. I'm presumed to be some kind of criminal simply because I am Black and male. I'm also presumed to be a potential threat to national and even global security because I come from a Muslim backgrou...
I've been everywhere in this cold-ass country, and sometimes, I honestly wish my parents had kept their asses in Somaliland. In case you're wondering who this is, my name is Omar Muhumed, and I am a brother going through hell these days. The Yukon is definitely no place for a Black man, I'll tell you that much. I work for a logging company in Dawson City, on...
Kate worked slowly, stacking tins of peaches neatly on the shelves. Each movement made her conscious of the pull between her legs where the stranger had taken her, pushing his hard flesh deep inside. She worked in an aisle by herself, something for which she was grateful. She had been late to work, earning a blasting from the boss's son, and had to stay on...
7 Melanie and I spent a lovely afternoon fucking each other senseless. As we both lay there in the afterglow, I realized how much I needed the release. My mind felt clearer and even though everything was still a huge mess, I felt that it was a mess I could fix. Orgasms are a wonderful prescription for mental health. It was more than that though. My body r...