She gasped for air, sweat pouring from her beautifully tanned skin, as she left another set of sweat stains on the stark white, 900 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets custom ordered for her room. This man, possibly her favorite of the ones she'd been on this journey with, unwrapped her ankles from his waist and moved them over his shoulders as he leaned dow...
Sliding my long and thick, uncircumcised black dick into the widening asshole of a chubby, dark-skinned black woman, a strange thought enters my consciousness. The only time today's black women seem to notice black men is when those same black men are seen in the company of white women. When a black man is by himself, he's of no interest and no worth to the...
We met innocently enough. We bumped into each other now and again at the bakery/coffee shop where everyone gets coffee and baked goods for their rides to work. We'd make cracks about the weather, or one thing and another. As the summer heat waned, I started working sweaters back into my wardrobe. She noticed and made comments. I have a thing for sweaters, a...
Thanks to PatientLee and Nymphwriter for their editorial help, and to my beta readers, all of whom I owe a debt of gratitude. Any errors you find in this story are mine alone. * * * This may be science-fiction when it's posted in 2015, but will it be factual in 2030? Breakthroughs in medical imaging technology beginning in 2023 provided the ability to vi...
I am a sex addict. Yes, I know how ridiculous that sounds. Yes, I know that most of the male species qualifies as sex addicts too. But however debatable it is to say sex addiction is a mental illness, I still fall under the parameters. It's only due to treatment and counseling that I can keep it under control -- and still enjoy sex without going overboard a...
Elisabeth spent a lot of time with her hand down the front of my pants. Right now, we were cuddled together on the porch swing of her parent's house, where we had agreed to be designated house sitters for a week while they cruised the Caribbean. "You don't mind my hand in there, do you?" She had a sweet smile and sweeter lips. Her Mom had left us a long li...
Author's Note: This work is complete fiction, some may even consider it science fiction. It was written in pure fantasy and is not for everyone. In fact, the author regrets writing it and believes that no one should read it. Themes include shemale with unreal proportions, excessive cum, muscle growth, domination, and more. "You feel any better?" I asked as...
My name is Nancy Joanna Osborne and I'm a student at Boston College. I've always been different from other people. Partly it's because of my body. I'm a six-foot-two, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman who weighs three hundred and fifty pounds. I'm what they call a plumper. A fat chick. A curvy gal. Or simply a Big Beautiful Woman. I've got a plump body...
Wikipedia: ANB (illness) Short for "Adnexitis with nymphomanic behavior", is a severe inflammation of the ovaries combined with an unnatural need for sex. The illness occurs only in women and always ends with the death of the patient 3 to 5 month after the first occurrence of the disease if there is no treatment. Until today there is no medical cur...
She lay there basking in the afterglow. "Oh, my God," she thought, "that was the best and totally unexpected." She still couldn't believe what happened. It was like the best dream ever, but real. She snuggled against her lover feeling his cock against her bottom. She looked at the clock; it was late. She knew he would be up waiting. She didn't need to explai...