This is my second story, kind of a sequel to 'No Harm In Asking'. I wanted to thank all the people who left me messages saying how much they liked the story, and also those who didn't like it but the took the time to tell me why. I don't kid myself that I've got a book in me, but I'm going to keep up with the stories for as long as anyone cares to read them,...
Chapter 3. Nests I had two office affairs, Joanna and Jo, both during my time at British Airways. Not together, that would have been mind-blowing. Jo was first and lasted during a week long business trip to Beijing. We sat together on the long flight chatting about office gossip and our lives. Cockney Jo was bright, a first class honours graduate, petite...
His first mistake was to agree to attend what should have been a two day meeting. But the first day lasted barely three hours, and the second day wasn't supposed to start until 11:00 AM. So Len found himself at loose ends in Omaha. His second mistake was to go back to his hotel and take a nap. Thus by nine that evening he was wide awake and bored to death. A...
Author's note: For some reason, there aren't a lot of BBW creampie stories. If you don't like this sort of thing, this probably isn't the sort of thing you'll like. I was polishing my boots when the call came. That's not a euphemism – I mean, I was literally polishing my uniform footgear, with black wax and a rag. Usually people have an enchantment to keep...
"Where are all the BBW strippers, let alone BBW strip clubs?!" ― Don Keedik From the tenth floor of the Four Queens, Don could hear the drunken droves below, as the six-foot tall, Chinese BBW jerked his javelin. This mental snapshot ― tattered, and yellowing with age ― graced the cover of his cerebral photo album. Most broke out Polaroids of brainwashed k...
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...
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...
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...