Prologue: I am a slave, a real-time, trained, Owned slave. These stories are based on real life experiences that I have had, although names and places have of course been changed. The Mr. O in the stories is my Owner, my Master. He is my world and because of him, I can truly live. As an author’s note, let me say that written erotica flows better without the...
Right now, I'm on my knees before the lovely and powerful Nubia Blackstone, the sexy African-American Goddess whom I worship. The six-foot-two, lean and muscular Black Amazon sits on the couch with her legs spread as I tenderly lick her pussy. My name is Caroline O'Bannon, a Canadian-born Irish dyke who simply worships superior Black women. Nubia orders me t...
From the moment we meet I know you will be mine. Your gaze is lowered and your face is flushed, perhaps you anticipate the excitement to come. We greet one another quietly and I follow you to the room you have booked for this assignation. Your arse is a delight to observe, through your skirt I can make out your arse cheeks lift and fall as you walk. I wond...
In my last story, I was discovered by wife's friends, Mandy and Michael. If you didn't catch the last adventure; they caught me dressed up in my wife's lingerie, fucking myself with a dildo. Mandy took advantage of this opportunity, and catered to Jim's fantasy while her husband Michael watched. It is now the next day; Sunday. My wife and I are sleeping in...
Mrs. McNeil paced back and forth nervously in her classroom, as she pressed out the wrinkles in her dark blue dress slacks. She wondered to herself, 'Am I making the right choice? Is he too young? Am I too old...or fat...or unattractive...or....' - she shook her head and inhaled deeply. The thought of continuing to cheat on her husband and possibly destroy h...
It was a sultry summer night, cooled by the recent rain storm. Kate Upton was blissfully home alone, wearing only a tank top and matching undies. The storm had cut the power, so she moved about the living room lighting candles. Kate felt content, with only the slightest tinge of being horny. Kate sat in her favorite chair; the one with the back to the open...
(This story is for a regular reader who suggested the theme and participated in the writing.) My name is Carrie. I’m a ’forty something’ barber. Many guys who’s hair I cut tease with me, some make passes and some try to grope or rub against my 45 DD tits or matching ass. I have bright blue eyes and my hair has platinum highlights. I’ve been called beautiful...
BASED ON A TRUE STORY.... Had me some fun time this past week: I finally got to get my blog registered as a domain. Of course that don't mean much, except soon it's going to stop having that 'blogspot' in front of it and will then become a '.com'. I'm still in denial as to how far I intend running with it. Think about it: what's going to happen if someday...
She should have been mad. She should have thrown me out there and then. Instead my wife was disturbingly calm and reasoned. She was going to be worse than angry, she was going to get even. She was going to make sure I got what was coming to me for sleeping with that cute piece of ebony ass and that I would truly regret it. Although we were white, we lived r...
I started the school year depressed. I missed Ron so much and his wonderful, beautiful black cock. My classes were okay but no really cute black guys in them. I almost decided to transfer into a few African History classes just so I could meet some cute brothers. I was servicing a few of the regulars I had over the summer, but it just wasn't enough for me. I...