WARNING: I am fiction author, writing BDSM erotic fiction and erotic romance fiction. Novels, short stories, and skills are based on my life as a black-owned white female. The erotic nature may be offensive to some. ADULT CONTENT! By reading the information in this site you agree you are at least 18 years of age.
Answering Sir’s phone calls is always a guess. If I don’t want to wonder what Sir will put me through, I shouldn’t ever answer his calls in public. Yet, I’ve never hesitated to do so.It was just after one in early November. I added my next doctor’s appointment in my phone calendar when Sir called.... Continue Reading →
I watched Master tear paper off his last gift. He’d already opened aftershave balm in his favorite scent. Socks. T-shirts. This last one was a tie. Oh, the things Master did with his ties. I’d hoped focusing on him, my disappointment would dissipate. It didn’t. The gift bag in my lap was plain next to... Continue Reading →
Crinkling and rustling came from the dining room. Gift bags, waiting to be filled with my step-grandchildren’s presents, shifted, knocking over the tin gift card tower.Silver, green, blue, gold, and red wrapping papers, bows, and ribbon covered the dining room table. Bags with winter scenes, Santas, snowmen, circled half the table. It was a riot... Continue Reading →
I let my stare rove up and down, and then stopped and lingered. I couldn’t wait to get my mouth on it, but still, I held back. I wanted to take my time, savor the moment. I closed my eyes and inhaled. My mouth watered. I never tired of that familiar scent, the first flavor... Continue Reading →
Master led me to the center of the room. We stepped up onto a ten by ten stage. There was a stage to the left and right of the same size. A bright light shone down on each stage. The one to the right a woman’s wrists were shackled above her head. The thud of... Continue Reading →