Cherry had another match after her win over Bertha, and for some reason it was against another heavy weight. Action Toni LeToure, or ATL for short, was a black woman nearly six feet tall, tipping the scales at 310 pounds. Her girth suited her form though as she was strong as she was heavy, with enormous 46 G breasts that tented the front of her mesh one piec...
My name is Celeste Lawman and I'm a big and curvy, big-bottomed and large-breasted, middle-aged black woman living in the city of Buffalo, New York. I'm the executive director of the Buffalo Center for the Arts. It's a position which conveyed much power and prestige in the past, but now thanks to the recession, my favorite business has taken a hit. As a life...
VIII After midnight, when the celebrations of ordination had died down and she had been released from her duties and allowed to return to the bosom of her kin, Lucy made her way back to her new quarters. Rael was secretly staying with her, political issues, safety and simple courtesy demanded it. "You did well today, Lucy," Rael smiled at her kinswoman, dr...
This is a lesbian love story. But be warned. It takes place in Afghanistan and begins with a fairly long battle sequence. There are scenes of blood and death. ***** "Let's move it guys." Came the order and eight heavily camouflaged soldiers of the Special Reconnaissance Regiment (SRR) started to quickly load their equipment into the two newly delivered Fox...
Ava groaned when she heard the alarm clock erupt in its obnoxious announcement that another day was yet upon her. Reaching over to silence it, if only for a few precious moments, she pondered the monotony of her everyday life. Each day, she made her way to the CIA headquarters in Langley...only to occupy the same desk and perform the same mundane tasks. She...
This is a story of fiction and is not intended to reflect any factual basis upon the characters mentioned. This story is hopefully enjoyed by those who like a more romantic tale. I hope I've done justice to those this story reflects. F/F. ***** Joan A test. A test from The future king of France, Charles VII. She was to travel to a small village and slay...
Feodor Romanov was about as far removed from his namesake and cousin, the Tsar Feodor Ivanovich whom I had met in Moscow, as it was possible to be. Where the latter was gentle, diffident and uncertain, Romanov radiated energy. He was tall, handsome in a severe sort of way, and altogether an impressive figure. But the two men had something in common beyond th...
Some relationships start with what I call the slow burn. Like the one I had with a girl from work. We'd known each other and liked each other for a long time but it wasn't until we were travelling together that anything happened. I'd never been sure if she was gay or what; I only knew she was single and never talked about anyone special in her life. She was...
Polly was a blonde bombshell if ever there was one. She wanted to be just like Brittany Spears. So she wore her hair like Brittany, took classes to dance like Brittany, and sang along to Brittany as she drove her Mazda. Just like Brittany, Polly was a wet dream come true. She was tall, toned, and blonde. She had long legs, full lips and big tits, and now she...
Her hands were soft. But of course they were. Iliana was no warrior. In fact, she looked like she could hardly take care of herself. Rada stared at her from across the bonfire. The young woman was wrapped in Rada's cloak, hiding most of her face save for her eyes. Rada smirked as she cleared her mind of her prior distraction. "Why do you cower like a smal...