Hi. The name's Giovanna Summers. I'm a light-skinned Black B.B.W over five feet tall with big breasts (48g), wide hips, a big belly, a nice fat bubble butt, and some massive thighs. My hair is in very thin braids, dyed light tan-like color, and I have hazel eyes. By the way, I'm 22 years of age. I'm what they call a B.B.W; most women don't like to associat...
CHAPTER FIVE : STRANGE ENCOUNTERS Because George was spending time in London on family business, and would not be home that night, Sarah had been invited by Susanna to spend the evening at the Vicarage for dinner. Peter, as ever, was a jovial host, knowing exactly the right mix of Bombay Sapphire gin and dry vermouth, with ice and lemon, to make a perfect c...
Authors Note: This story was modified into a stand-alone series from a much larger story I wrote in the past. The story may be considered by some readers to be Sacrilegious. I have zero intentions to offend any readers. This story is of course purely fictional with butch/femme pairings. All characters are over the age of 18. For interested readers, please c...
This is the second part of an ongoing story entitled ‘Thanks to Shelley.’ It’s part fact and part fantasy – people’s names have been changed. I hope you enjoyed the first part and are looking forward to this instalment. Any feedback would be gratefully received. Geeky_Lez *************************************** Thanks to Shelley - Part 2 Alex smiled cont...
It was at the park when I first noticed her. A woman in her 50s I guessed, sitting crossed legged on her blanket, eating her picnic lunch, reading a book and enjoying the warm July summer sun. Like most days, now that school is out, I sit at the park, feed the birds and enjoy reading my Danielle Steele novels when I'm not working. I landed a nice summer job...
DAY 8 - WEDNESDAY Holly was on her way to Chemistry when Miss Barton pulled her into an empty classroom. The woman was clearly upset about something. "What's the matter? I have to get to class." She also had to think about how to tell Emma she loved her. That was the bigger concern. "I can't handle it. All the freedom you gave me yesterday. And now today,...
Although the character Virginia Peters is fictitious I have based her on two people I have known for many years where both are free spirits. Enjoy! *** I suppose I have been a free-spirited girl since my fourteenth birthday but after my eighteenth, I began to live life to its fullest being fiercely independent and living outside the norms of society. Some...
"Ah, here you are, Jane, I've been looking for you for weeks!" I looked up to see the strawberry blond from the park. The park I had been avoiding for two weeks. The girl I'd been avoiding. Her smile was mysterious, like Mona Lisa's. Her accent was impossible to place, sort of French with a little British and maybe a little Swedish intonation. She smelled o...
I stare at her, shocked. "What ... what nude of me?" Her grin widens into a full-fledged smile. "Well, I guess you'll have to model for me so I can draw one." She reaches over to stroke my neck again. My nipples are tingling, my skin is all gooseflesh. She leans in for another soft, soft kiss, gently tugging at my nipple through the silk. Her eyes are ful...
I never considered myself lesbian. Bisexual maybe but not even that felt completely right. I used to say "I can live without pussy but not without cock." When the term heteroflexible came into vogue that felt much better, more accurate. So how is it that I find myself telling you the story of two women in love? Happenstance. Fate. Just pure dumb luck maybe?...