Stan Greenburg -- retired billionaire -- peered over his glasses at the fat, snaggle-toothed grandma sitting across the table. She's not as old as she looks, he thought. Probably only in her forties. She reeked of stale tobacco smoke. "What's your name?" he asked. "Marsha McCoy." "And you want to be a housekeeper?" "Yup." "This is a pretty big hous...
*Part One of a Series... I've been in this town two months now. No Friends. No relations. No job. Nothing but a hotel room, two suitcases and a laptop. What do you do? Well, I don't know about other people, but I masturbate. So what if the first thing I did after checking in this afternoon was to jerk off? And then nap. And then jerk off again. And then eat...
"Don't you knock?" Mike did not feel taken aback by these words, despite having just stepped over the threshold of his own home. He was already so stunned that they barely registered. Sitting before him - sprawled on his sofa - was a vision of the sort that, until now, he had witnessed only in his fantasies. Mike was a small-minded man, unimaginative and i...
This story features a theme of hard-core interracial cuckoldry. If you find this theme offensive, or don't like it, don't read the story. This story is part fact, part fiction. No I won't reveal which is which LOL! I have often spent evenings on a chat line. Unlike most of the guys I was never overtly looking for erotic conversations. So while most of the m...
You wake up this morning to the sight of your younger sister Sarah pulling your covers off of you. "Get up Doug, you don't want to be late for school." You get dressed for school after Sarah leaves your room. you never mind school that much, you mostly get B's and A's in your classes but given the opportunity you would like to just stay home and wa...
Author's note: Though much of my work is completely fiction, based on fantasies of mine and/or friends of mine, some of it is partly non-fiction. That's the case with this story. While several details have been changed, I actually did fall deeply in love and lust with a bisexual minority BBW who was serving a 15-year prison sentence several hundred miles awa...
It all started when you pricked your finger on that weird old pen in that antique shop you went into for the hell of it a week ago. You were sick for a couple days, but when you got better, you discovered that you have a strange new power. You, a fan of pretty much all forms of mass media, now have the ability to step into any movie, television show, book, c...
Confessions of a Dominant BBW... Being a 'big' girl in today's street parlance usually refers to the bra size one looks for in Marks and Spencer. But I've always been a 'big girl' -- since even before my mammaries started developing into the super-size jugs they are now. It wasn't that I ate too much -- it just seemed that was how I was meant to be. My gra...
It was Saturday morning and Henry didn't have to work today. He sat in the kitchen writing his grocery list on a little yellow pad. The list didn't change much from week to week, but he liked to write it all out anyway. He liked it when things were all spelled out nice and neat. He was about halfway done with the list when the phone rang. He got up to answer...
Cheyenne moved her beautiful body so seductively on the stage at the BBW club Oasis, her long blonde hair hung loosely to her waist as she began removing her top as the men were cheering and whistling at her. Cheyenne allowed the white sheer top drop to the floor exposing her large breast being held up in the gold push up bra, she slowly moved her hips in a...