"Why are people so obsessed with sex at work?" Deborah Fournel wondered, and the six-foot-tall, curvy, raven-haired and alabaster-skinned French Canadian gal sighed deeply. Sitting on the toilet, on the second floor of the World Issues Canada building, Deborah allowed herself a private moment. She'd been working in this austere Canadian government building i...
Notes: All characters are either 18 or above. Second Notes: Although the main character starts out "straight", there will be no heterosexual sex in this story. Here are some things you can expect! An intersex/futa character, instances of incest and a lesbian harem with side couples. ***** I'd never been a particularly kind person if I'm being honest. N...
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...
Nothing beats the feeling of two soft, warm thighs spread around your neck I think as sweet, fiery Ginny settles her knees beside my head and lowers her dripping cunt to my waiting lips. Her vivid green eyes meet mine as my tongue first catches her clit and her first moans sneak past her lips. Oh fuck Natalie...your faint breathless curses work their way thr...
Dear Reader and of course my Dear Followers I have a request. If you'd like to suggest what might happen in Act 2. I will write it and publish it here. Send as many suggestions as you like and I will choose the one that turns me on the most. With love and respect, Suzy ****************************************** The Secret Theatre It is said that in the...
Meet Nadia Poisson, a young black woman of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Born in the environs of Jacmel, Republic of Haiti, Nadia came to the Canadian Capital to find a better life. In her native Haiti, Nadia was an accountant working for the City of Cap-Haitien. She moved to Canada after getting canned for criticizing a powerful gen...
Waking early, as she always did, Sarah sweetly brought me back to consciousness with a coffee and smoked salmon blinis. 'These are courtesy of Ekaterina. You missed a treat, Pixie.' Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I looked across at her, her blue eyes lively and teasing. 'No doubt this came courtesy of another Amazonian unnatural blonde. How unlike my own...
The angel's name was Skye. Blonde hair gave in to tangles as the prior holy being plummeted towards the Earth's surface. Wings shadowed and not working, Skye gritted her teeth and closed her blue eyes as she prepared to hit the ground below. And hit the ground she did; hard too. To be a being without death but with pain is a fate crueler than most people wi...
I was fat. The folds of flab had reached over my lap and would rest midway between my thighs and knees when I sat. My upper arms wobbled as I walked, and my thighs rubbed together enough to cause a pimply rash. My lover said she adored my obesity, that women should not pander to male fantasies of beauty. She came hardest on the days I had my regular short-ba...
Janice was shaken out of her reflections of the previous night's events, by the doorbell. She wasn't in any shape for company. That is, any company apart from her Mistress who was due any minute. Janice was kneeling naked by her front door, wearing her collar, and wrist and ankle cuffs. The leash was attached to her collar and she was holding it in her mouth...