A tall Black woman with a big booty strutting around naked in my living room. That's a nice image. I recently had a dream that you were at one of my special dinner parties, I'm quite well known for them. They call me Joelle, or Miss Jojo. The mean blonde slut. Every now and then I usually invite a few close female friends from work to sit down and have some...
My name is Danica Haverhill. A six-foot-one, chubby and big-bottomed yet still very good-looking Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. A lot of people think of me as an uptight bitch with too much time and money on her hands. Maybe they're right. Whatever. I don't let it get to me because I've been called worse in my day. Much worse, actu...
Diane, a young and well-dressed Boston hairdresser returns home after a day of shopping. A sleek, very attractive woman in her mid twenties, she is dressed in tight designer jeans and a loose Italian sweater. Slowly she begins to undress, taking off her sweater and then her jeans. Beneath, she is wearing a frilly little bra and bikini panties. Then she reach...
This is the continuation of my special diary that I opened for the cruise I took with my friend Sheena. We took the cruise to the Caribbean Sea to earn some extra money, using our sexy, young bodies. Just in case you did not read the introduction about myself and the events of the first two days on board that I told in "Diary of an Indian cruiseship whore" a...
My affair with Sandy continued regularly for the next several weeks. I went to her apartment Tuesday afternoons, and she came to my house on Thursdays or Fridays. Each session seemed a little better than the last, with both of us learning more and more about how to excite and to satisfy the other. I also got a good fucking by my husband two or three times a...
Warning: This work of fiction contains scenes of women having sex together, without men. If this offends you, do not read it! People who complain to the authors here about the content of their stories are, IMNSHO, just like people who move next to the airport and then complain about the noise... Constructive criticism is always welcome, but closed-minded...
This was my first summer in New York City. The twin towers still stood, tall and proud, a much-needed landmark for a disoriented girl from Ohio exiting the subway into the intense confusion of the streets of Manhattan. I was twenty-one years old, underemployed, broke, and basically friendless in a big and intimidating city. At the time I was sharing a crappy...
My introduction to lesbianism came a few years ago, the summer after my freshman year of college. I am 5'2, 34a, thin, short brown hair and green eyes. My mom's best friend, Catherine, is very tall, almost 6, long blonde hair she almost always wears up, blue eyes, 36d and a gym hard body. Catherine is in her early 40s and unmarried. She owns her own real es...
The name is Lorelei Isobel Azure. The hard-living heroine of this tawdry little tale. I stand six feet eleven inches tall and weigh exactly three hundred and forty pounds. Yeah, I'm huge. Big all over. I've got big breasts, a thick body, wide hips and a big, plump ass. We're talking about a sixty-inch booty here. My skin is bone-white, my eyes are green and...
My name is Karina Jade Ambrose. A big and tall, red-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a truck driver by trade. I didn't go to business school like so many of those highly educated people who find themselves unemployed these days and are praying for a government-issued Bailout. I went to Brockton Community Col...