Regal, captivating, perfect were only a few of the many names that my subjects referred to me as. Standing tall on my Purch, looking down my nose to my followers. My thick black curly hair framing my heart shaped face.…

I am in need of a good fucking. I am a lot of woman to handle, my triple d tits, to my large hips and fat ass. We’re not gonna mention my gigantic personality. So I need a lot of…

My pride screamed no, but my body was his, and the words spilled out, raw and desperate. “I want it. Fuck, Roman, I’m yours.” The confession was a release, a surrender, and he rewarded me by picking up speed, his…

He wasn’t wrong. I’d come for him, driven by a need I couldn’t name—a mix of vengeance for a deal gone wrong that cost me more than money, and a primal hunger I couldn’t shake since I’d first heard his…

The humid air of the underground jazz spot clung to my skin like a lover’s breath, thick with the scent musk, smoke and the undercurrent of raw, unspoken lust. I stood by the bar, one hip cocked against the polished…