So like most folks, when something like this happens to them, I never saw it coming. You are probably asking yourself what the "it" is. I'll tell you. What I never saw coming was my formerly straight-laced wife being turned inside-out by a lesbian coworker of mine, and more. But I'm getting ahead of myself, which besides being disorganized probably isn't ver...
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...
Last week, while walking through the Algonquin College campus in the City of Nepean, Ontario, I came across a vision of beauty. Sagal Hussein, a six-foot-tall and bodacious beauty of Somali and Italian descent. With her curvaceous loveliness hidden by a traditional Islamic long skirt and her pretty face framed by the Hijab, this lady definitely stood out amo...
Many days have gone by from when I was younger woman in my second year of college with no cares in the world. Married now with two kids, I do what everyone expects of me, I go to therapy once a week. I don't want to tell my secrets but "good" society dictates that one cannot just keep going with all of their anxiety rolled up behind them like a tote bag. I...
I search the bar at SEATAC, the Seattle-Tacoma airport, for prey. If my quarry is a lesbian traveling alone, there isn't much of a challenge. No challenge, but good sex. It gets tricky if there's a lesbian couple in the bar. With a couple, the chance of successfully intruding into a committed relationship is hard to figure. If the women have no interest in a...
The tough thing about college is that I'll leave for months on end, and come back home to see that a lot has changed. It's like entering a vortex where I'm completely separated from everything I once knew, and when I expect to be welcomed by what I know, I'm greeted by something unfamiliar. Home continues to change without me there, and my absence doesn't se...
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...
Thank you very much to everybody for your comments on chapter one. For those of you just joining the story...I think you can figure things out fairly quickly, but as always, it makes more sense to read the earlier portion. Once again, Brenda was...lonely...horny...and in a lesbian chat room. Whenever anyone who wasn't obviously a bot entered, she messaged t...
EMILY'S STORY - part 3 Okay, it's me, Emily Sterling, and my story has gotten out of hand here. This is part 3, and you still don't know why I'm miserable. So, I'm going to wrap this up, and the ‘Free Birds' story can move on. In the first two parts, you know I talked about my ‘initiation' into my high school basketball team, AND I discovered a world of se...
Veronica was relaxing in the bathtub relaxing her body after a very hard of both work and partying. As she was relaxing in the tub, A shadowy nude figure was standing over her in the bathroom. It was the figure of Miss Cookie. Miss Cookie came up from behind and stood at the back of Veronica. She turned Veronica around and drank in the lovely face that sh...