DomSub Stories

All that happens is a lesbian talking to her guy friend, a sex-story writer. Yes, I'm the writer. She tells me about her life, her troubles, her conquests. You don't even hear my words. Prepare to have a person let you into her very private world.

This is a story in the Collar Club.
Doreen has hidden a fantasy from her Master. After finding out about it he plans to teach her a lesson on hiding stuff from him.

An interracial tale of the agonizing downfall of an above average woman, wife, and mother. One man, and his carefully collected conspirators work to ensure that African-Americans don't lack representation among increasing numbers of underprivileged factions in America. Note that his plot does not represent the majority of blacks. I abhor racism in the real world, but I don't object to using a fetish trope in a sex-fantasy. Note 2: AI was used in the creation of this story. But I wrote 80% of it.

Brigitte served. She served well. Even all the sweet things that were not on the menu.

"Careful what you wish for," and, "If it sounds too good to be true, then it probably is." Two clichées that couldn't be more fitting. When Martin finds out he's dying, the Devil steps in to make him an offer he couldn't refuse.

While hanging out with a female friend, I get more that I bargained for, and then so did she.