I slowly cross that gray field seeking consciousness and find you gone. The spot is cold to my touch; that spot of soft depression you left as you slipped from the bed. I know where you’ve gone again, it’s the run, you’re morning ritual that wakes you up and allows a civil approach to the…
Hello and welcome to my latest story. This one is based, very loosely in truth. The early morning stalking, the nakedness in the garden, the drawings; the “unintentional” flashes of lingerie and naked flesh; the invitations to come around for a coffee, with implied results, are all true, including, believe it or not the chair…
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So many thoughts were going through my mind as I sat in the Airport, waiting……It was almost one year exactly since I met Michelle, and now we were finally going to meet. I sat in the back area of the gate where her plane was to arrive. I had a good view of the debarkation…
Ich wurde wach als ich spürte, dass irgendetwas durch meine Poritze strich. Ich griff nach hinten und fühlte den Steifen von Marvin. „Was soll das? Du weißt doch ich möchte nicht. Und so einfach reinstecken geht auch nicht. Das weißt du auch.” „Ach Süße. Nur ein wenig rubbeln. Dein Arsch ist wirklich geil. War mir…
The word that describes my life best – fucked. Every time I try to sort out the good parts from the bad, I always come to the same conclusion. My husband left me almost a year ago. Married years, thank god there were no children. I’d won in the divorce, but I have to work…
I watched as her little green car pulled in next to mine, and my heart skipped a beat. I had been coming to this Laundromat at basically the same time every Sunday afternoon for over a year. It was the best time I had found, since there was never anyone else here at this time,…
9th Day “Heavy Duties” It was beginning to dawn when I woke up, by a light push on my head. It took me some time to realize where I was and why I was there. As I was coming to my senses, I remembered that last night I didn’t go to bed. As my vision…
(Disclaimer: Some might feel this story is a little rougher then most on the disrespect front. It is taken from two of the more novel requests I’ve gotten via e-mail for Black’s punishments. For those of you that this is not a major turn-on, I apologize.) * * * Aaron Black’s house is a lot…
My name is Mustafa Mahmoud. A young Black man of Somalian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born in the region of Mount Shimbiris in the great nation of Somaliland. The first day of February 1987. My family moved to the Canadian region of Ontario, three years later. My…