How do you know if you're perfect for someone? I thought Sarah was the girl for me. We met in college, she was a smart, studios girl with big ambitions. I was a charming slacker who was coasting on his ability to cram for tests and write decent papers the night before they were due. We met at a friend's house party (really just 20 bodies crammed into a kitc...
From the time I watched her come into the Black Student Union in my first year at the University of Michigan...I knew she was walkin round with some bomb ass pussy. It's kinda innate in a way how I felt her aura and knew she would be a very sensual partner. I know this sounds hella basic but it's true. Along with that she had curves in all the right places f...
Hey you! Yes you. Out there wearing your sister's panties and typing with one hand. I can see you. I wanna fuck your wife, your mom, your best friend and your boss - but to be fair, you can do mine too. Tell me all about yours and me and the rest of the guys here will tell you what we're going to do with them (or what we've already been up to with them that...
Daniela was 18. She was a pretty girl with a soft young looking face and a soft, slim body. Her medium sized breasts were still blooming. Her hair brunette hair was over shoulder length. Her skin was tanned a bit now that she had already spent almost two weeks in the South France. She was home alone this afternoon in the apartment her parents had rent. She...
She called me, early in the afternoon, "Can you do me a favor, I'm having a party tonight and I wanted your help to serve and tend bar, Please say you will?" "Okay," I replied. We'd been friends some time, and I never minded helping out with things like this for her. "Thanks, and one more thing, would you wear the catsuit, you know which one I mean, it's a...
Debbie and I were an unusual couple. When we first met, I was 28 and looked much younger while she was 40 and looked several years older. Furthermore, I was in great shape from a healthy diet and regular exercise while she was obese and a smoker. It wasn't uncommon for people to mistake us for mother and son instead of husband and wife. I often joked with he...
Very often I have been asked by my dear readers (thank you) for translations of my german stories (which are the much longer ones, as it is my native language). It´s a real pity that my english is not good enough to do that, and it would also be to time consuming (I prefer to write new stories, as this is much nicer…). Anyway thanks for your interest. As a l...
My experience with the memorable handjob by my busty friend in Pimlico provided plenty of wanking material for the following months. It was my default memory anytime I jerked off without porn and I'd replay it over and over, picturing those milky white tits and my cum glistening on them. I moved to Finchley in North London not long after. My new place was b...
"Hurry up or we're going to be late pinky!" my voluptuous, BBW wife yelled from the front door. I struggled under the weight of her huge gym bag making my way towards her. Pattie looked especially gorgeous today dressed in a black leotard sans bra, black pantyhose that I knew were crotch less and a cute black skirt all topped off by a pair of black high he...
Meet Suzanne Oliviers, a sixty-year-old French Canadian BBW living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Life after retirement has never looked so good. Standing five-foot-eight, curvy, with short, spiky silver hair and lively blue eyes behind horn-rimmed glasses, Suzanne is a busty, curvy, wide-hipped and big-bottomed dame who still makes the fellas smile wheneve...