My name is Stacy Wilson. I'm a big and tall black woman living in Boston. I've always been a big girl. Six feet tall, with a thick body, large breasts, wide hips and a big, plump ass. Oh, and a really pretty face, too. That's me in a nutshell. I'm a student at Boston College. I'm currently studying Criminology. One of these days, I'm going to work for the Ma...
It was a pretty dismal January day. The rain just would not stop. My hair was soaked under my blue baseball and stocking caps. At least I was dry under the oilskins and rubber boots. There was a hint of snow mixed with the never-ending rain now that it was mid-day and the temperature had begun to drop. "How the hell did I get roped in this shit," I wondere...
The "Owl's Head Inn" stands at a junction where two lonely highways intersect in the middle of a windswept moor. It sees a fair amount of traffic from trappers, merchants, soldiers, local farmers, and the occasional highwayman. Oliver Evans owned it for years, a widower with two daughters -- Elizabeth and Samantha. I am Samantha. I like to call myself " Th...
Being inhuman isn't easy. It took me a long time to accept what I am. Many people would say the same, I think. Self-acceptance is hard. Many men struggle with the fact that certain parts of their bodies aren't exactly as they'd like them to be. Women struggle with both increases and decreases in the size of certain aspects of their anatomy. Nobody has it eas...
It was 7:15 p.m. and I still sat waiting. Milking the Tanqueray and tonic I had ordered 15 minutes earlier, I realized I was ready for a new one. The time frame in which it sat barely touched combined with the growing heat of the club, as bodies began to quickly fill it to near capacity, the ice in the glass had melted. A warm, non-soothing drink, not to men...
No sex. No one gets fucked either...but someone gets bent over. The minivan wheeled down the suburban drive. One could tell by the lack of density of houses that this was the Land of McMansion. It made for a pleasant drive, with actual trees and landscaping in the development. "DAD! Where are we going?" Erin asked from the back, looking up for three sec...
This is a flash BTB story and I hope not to expand on this one. By the way, I know of a divorced couple where one of them completely raided the college funds of the children. Came from wealth and didn't want to ever leave it. Spent it all and now has to wait until the old man dies. The working spouse on the other hand has supported the kids. Really didn't ha...
Chapter 1: Office Slut Hi, this is my next story in Literotica. It is based on a fantasy of a couple from Guahati. Their names are Jayant and Devyani. Jayant is 35 and Devyani 29 years of age. They both have a fantasy in which Jayant wants to watch his wife Devyani being fucked in a number of situations. I am going to make this a series of stories , each wi...
Last Sunday at Home. This is a true story of my last day in my home town before leaving for university. Yes, this was real, this was that happened that day. Names were changed for obvious reasons, and a few details left out, (some because they were boring, and others because there's no need to know.) ***** Sunday morning. Oh how I hate Sunday mornings. Th...
I was in Miami overseeing the steel work on a new building. We were pretty much ahead of schedule, which was great, since I got early and on time bonuses, so the thunder storms that day were not welcomed. I called the foreman and shut down the job 'til Monday, did some paperwork, sent some emails, and had nothing else to do for the day. The worst part was th...