By the morning it was known that I had saved the life of the Sultan. I found myself the heroine of the Palace. The fellow whom they had caught had yielded up the story. It was the Druze, they put out, who had encompassed the death of the Sultan; but that was not the truth. There was a harsher, more rigorous variety of Islam, which looked upon the Ottomans a...
Transference Ch. 02: Meredith Logan If Kara Brandon was the All American Girl, Meredith Logan was the antithesis. Meredith Logan was 42. Reared in a strict Irish Catholic household in Boston with an abusive father she took to alcohol, drugs and sex as early as possible. Meredith Logan was the "plain" looking girl from high school and college. The plain...
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...
Jen walked wearily across the playing fields. On this, like so many Sunday afternoons, sunny, but chilly: she was bored and felling how pointless everything had become. Jen was tall, just shy of 6 foot tall. In fact she was shy in every way, a loner, her only company the cold friendship at her local church. She was 28, and felt attracted to women, but had n...
My wife Tara is a very conservative woman. Tall and slender she wears two-piece navy suits to her job at a large accountancy firm. Tara wears her hair up, sometimes in a bun and wears blouses that do not draw attention to her breasts. Tara had been a virgin and I took her cherry on our honeymoon. She did not believe in premarital sex and was saving herself...
I'm 30, single and love to take life as it comes. I have catchy eyes, shapely lips and huge boobs and ass that kind of make me quite noticeable to others. But adding to that is a daring slut in me that sometimes lifts her head from slumber and takes me for a ride! And I love her too, whatever. She gives me pain and pleasure, but she gives me guilt too undoub...
My name is Kristin Benedict. A five-foot-ten, curvaceous Black woman in my early twenties. I've got short hair, medium brown skin and pale gray eyes. My father James Benedict is Haitian-American. He works as a heart surgeon at Mass General. That's actually where he met my mother Juanita Sanchez. She came to the emergency room with her sick aunt during his fi...
It was at an all-girls college that Cassandra finally understood what she was. It was the start of her junior year. She knew she was not pretty or cute. She was perhaps striking but most told her she was handsome. She was smarter than those around her but quietly so. She was not vivacious although not a limp rag either. It did seem like everyone wanted...
It is nearly a week since Helga saw Harriet but the Anglo-American woman has not been far from her thoughts but so far she has not tried to contact her, preferring to content herself with memories of their visit to the opium den and play out fantasies for the future. All that changes however when a package and letter from Harriet are delivered. TIPPING THE...
Felicia Cartwright was heading home after finishing her first year of college, and while her eyes were on the road her thoughts were on getting home as quickly as possible, so she was on schedule to make the 6 hour drive in a little more than 5, so long as her shaky 11 year old Toyota kept going. She missed her Mom of course, although their relationship ha...