Where am I at?

Hello again

I’ve been really busy recently and so my progress in writing new stories has been slow. It is not helped by the fact that I tend to write multiple stories alongside each other, and sometimes I just cannot get into the flow with any of them.

At the moment I have a number of ideas on the go. As you have probably guessed I like a mixture of things but in particular slutty people, big breasts, bums and cocks, gangbangs and interracial sex. I find writing interracial sex particularly difficult, yes it is a great “kink,” but at the same time I am aware of the risk of it coming across as racist and turning black people, in particular men, into objects of sexual gratification.

Another thing that I am often drawn to is people going through personal discovery. Either frigid women finding their inner, submissive slut or men discovering that they are really submissive, feminine sluts.

So where am I with my current stories? Well I am working on part 3 of A Mother’s Inspiration in which Emily continues to push the bounds of decency. I also have a second part of African Enslavement on the go, along with part 4 of A Country Affair and part 2 of My Wife’s Secret.

Whichever of my stories you prefer the most though, I hope that when you read them, they hit t he spot.

A Change

Up until now I have only placed stories on here and I have tried to do everything else on Twitter. However, let’s face it, that place is falling apart and people are leaving in droves so I will try and use this place more. For example I occasionally use polls to ask what people would like to see more of.

As part of this, it would be great to hear more from you all via the comments sections.

August X

A Country Affair 3

Stepping out of the door to the house, Nicole admired the setup that Lord Wilmington had prepared. Two carriages and most of his staff were assembled before her as they waited the arrival of her and Alice. “Ahh, there you are,” Lord Wilmington said as he broke away from talking to one of his staff. […]

My African Enslavement

I had been a man, once, a successful, white man. Yet at twenty-seven I found myself sitting naked on a bench with seven other people as we ate food from the table in front of us. As I finished my meal, one of the trainer’s appeared and hand me a small pot of tablets and […]