To all my readers who enjoy inter-racial love and mature love, this is the second story in the Ebony Mother Series that I hope you will enjoy. I will be writing other stories to the series along with other stories you will also enjoy reading. I wish I knew the answer to what attracts a man like me to me to be so attracted to older mature women. I also wish...
This is the first time she has been in the house during poker night, and has strict instructions not to come down once the play has commenced. She has even parked her car in a lay-by around the corner from the house so as not to alert the guests to her presence -- so strictly adhered-to is the no-girls rule. She hears them all arrive, and downstairs the cus...
This happened several years ago. I relive it in my mind now and then and wish it could be repeated every time I do. I all began innocently enough, after all I was at a family holiday gathering at the home of my brothers wife's sister. The only family member missing was my niece, Ashlee, she would be arriving later as she had to work a few hours that Christm...
Sara, Sara, her name is Sara. Her name was Sara until she became "Mistress" to me, but I remember her now. My mind is working erratically, seems to be turning on and off like a- Darkness. Am I unconscious? I can feel ropes around my wrists but not much else... Sweet Jesus, they've left me here to die. I don't know how long I'll be here, I don't know how...
I highly recommend reading through part 1 before reading this story. Please submit a rating at the end of the story. Every little star helps! ***************************** Kat wondered to herself, "Could I really have someone this strong at my beck and call?" Gaven stood still, waiting to see what she would do next. Kat circled the gladiator, noting his...
I'd been at the beach with some friends. We all travelled separately as that way we didn't need to depend on someone else for a lift there and back or risk getting stranded. For some reason I was just a trifle edgy. Nothing I could put my finger on as to the cause, but still I was on edge. Seeing I wasn't going to be much in the way of company I decided to c...
My generous Mistress has given me permission to publish this. My beloved Mistress is a night owl. At midnight she telephones me to prepare myself because she is coming over in 30 minutes. Thrilled by the prospects, I get out of bed, shower and toilet quickly, dress myself and lay out the cuffs, ropes and floggers for her. I know she will want to undress me...
Moll was not crazy. She was lazy! She hated doing the math when it came to Ungar, and instead loved to nag Erich about it. "Oh please! Oh please!" she begged as they sat at Erich's. "Tell me what was in Ungar's last letter". It's positively foggy outside, ideal for their little weekend slumber party. As they played chess and waited for the others to arriv...
Waking in a fog... unsure if I am asleep or awake... whether this is real or imaginary. Trying to get my bearings. I have been in a constant state of arousal for you. My desires unquenched your treasures as wonderful, seductive and pleasurable as I could possibly imagine... Unsure if it is night or day... still so groggy, needy, foggy. I am hard, as us...
He was charming, as ever, as he walked with me to what he called his play room. "You found me okay, then?" "Oh yes. Thank you." "Goodo." He was dressed very differently from when we had first met, in a pub, trying to find somewhere quiet to talk. Then, he was smart/casual, but looked gorgeous in a well-tailored tee-shirt and a lovely jacket. His hair wa...