Kia T Cooper-Erbst
Bio
Writer, poet, author. submissive. Mom of three wonderful human beings. These are the first things that come to mind when I think of myself besides being the obvious.... which is daughter, wife,etc.
Stories (90/0)
Reluctant Forgiveness
The warm summer night outside the Emerald's Flesh Palace was sultry with banked anticipation from the crowd waiting to enter. Word had gotten out that the reclusive star was to perform, something she has rarely done lately since her marriage and all the drama that followed. Could it have been the rumors that something may have happened to her rival over at the newer Jewel club ?
By Kia T Cooper-Erbst2 years ago in Fiction
Survival talk
Perhaps you are wondering what talk I am referring to? What talk? Is it the sex talk perhaps in which we educate our children? Or is it the talk in which people of color give to their children on a daily basis? The talk is a discussion in which African American parents ( and other people of color) sit down with their children and explain to them how to survive. My parents told me ( a young black female) when going into a store don’t touch because people might think you are stealing. I was also told to be polite to police officers and never mouth off. There were other things as well that were taught but some I learned without my parents guidance. I learned from watching their ( rare) interactions with police.
By Kia T Cooper-Erbst2 years ago in Families
The Boss
It was a lovely Monday morning and I had just started working for a new company. I got up and dressed in my most professional outfit with delicate lacy underthings edged in lavender to match my suit. I headed to work early hoping to meet my new boss, Mr. Godfrey, and get a feel for my work area. As I walked into the building, I bumped into a tall hard body which caused me to fall backwards showing the lavender lace edged garters and lace thong beneath my skirt. I quickly closed my legs and looked up at the person who I had bumped into and realized he was looking down at me with a smile offering his hand to help me up saying " I'm sorry, I guess I wasn't looking where I was going."
By Kia T Cooper-Erbst2 years ago in Filthy
Late Nite Sessions
On a cold night, she was home safe and warm from the vagaries of the winter's chill. Her 5’6 naked curvy body ,with skin the colour of cafe au lait, was freshly washed and shaved as she lay reclining on a soft cushion listening to the roar of the fire and the smooth jazz playing in the background. A glass of white wine within reach as she contemplated her next move in the daily game of seduction and pleasure.
By Kia T Cooper-Erbst2 years ago in Filthy
The Disobedient Toy
I lay over a rough-hewn table with my arms and legs restrained to each end spread wide. My body trembling and sweat soaked as I awaited my punishment. The coldness of the room amplified my whimpers of knowing what was to come. A metal tray on wheels was rolled in and placed within eye sight distance the tools on top leaving fear in its wake as the heavy steps echoed out of the room. I knew that the quietness would not continue and that soon the meter of His steps echoing with disappointment would be heard walking back over to me and that I wouldn’t hear “babygirl” or even “my beloved toy” .
By Kia T Cooper-Erbst2 years ago in Filthy