Men aren't called 'Beautiful' very often -- handsome or virile maybe, even studs -- but this is a story about the man's side of the BBW equation. The side that shows a large man can be treated and avoided as often as a large lady. You might say that it's okay to be here, if I don't have to date you. So I call it the story of a Big Beautiful Man, a BBM....
I am standing in the back aisles of the library, looking down at a soft head of flowing black hair moving back and forth, back and forth. Bright red lips are attached in a circle around my penis, which is disappearing into a warm mouth and then reemerging again as the mouth is drawn back to rush along the length of my shaft. My vision is slightly blurred, bl...
I am standing on his doorstep in the rain, my clothes soaked through, my long chestnut hair matted against my face, trying to work up the courage to knock. I had met James at a bar three nights earlier. I spotted him as soon as I walked in: tall, slim, intense brown eyes, mischievous smile. Wearing a dark suit, for some reason, in this otherwise very casual...
Ted Kord wasn't a superhero anymore. And his life had never been better. He'd had a good time as the Blue Beetle. Made some good friends, went on some adventures, actually accomplished one or two good deeds. Hadn't been raped, or brain-washed into an evil assassin, or killed and been brought back to life with a robot arm (Booster would've liked that). He'd...
We approach the door to my dorm, walking slowly with our hands in our pockets. Glancing over at her she seems sort of detached from the conversation, maybe thinking of what she's going to say when we reach my door? I feel kind of nervous as we step our way through the dim-lit corridor, it must be at least 11 at night now; all the dorms are so quiet - making...
Justin's Visit About a year after we moved to Taiwan, Laurie started working in a private kindergarten in the "western" part of the city. The students were the children of American and European ex-pats and children of wealthy Chinese who wanted an English education. One of her colleagues (and good friend) was an English woman named Katherine. They became qu...
Two years ago I wrote to Literotica about a man named Steve who interrupted a shower I was sharing with my wife and ended up joining us in a three some. This was the start of a sexual awakening of sorts, most of which are chronicled here on the site. I can tell you that all of the stories are true and my hope is to show couples that opening their marriage up...
PROLOGUE During the winter Kaelyn Armstrong met the man of her dreams, in the spring she was sure it was fate, in summer she could already see the ring on her finger, and then came fall... That led to a rather painful next winter. Kaelyn imagined the floor opening up and just swallowing her whole, she could only wish for this to happen because obviously i...
(thank you for your comments, criticism, and support. Here is some more for you. I looked it over more carefully and worked harder on detail and trying to get it to flow a bit more) Twelve baby girls born on the same night. All of them look similar. Only one of them is heir to the throne of Imperium. Each child, eleven having been willingly sacrificed by th...
Authors note: This little story is based on a series of true events. Of course I might have embellished things a tiny bit for artistic license. Names have been changed to protect the guilty parties, no one under eighteen, et cetera, et cetera. This is a follow up to I'M GETTING MARRIED IN THE MORNING. So you might wanna read that first, or not. Be gentle in...