My name is Giselle Madsen O'Shea. I'm a plump, large-breasted, wide-hipped and big-bottomed Irish housewife living in NYC. I stand five feet eight inches tall, thick, with blonde hair and pale blue eyes. My husband Leonard O'Shea is always at work. Such is the life of a corporate raider. He's spending lots of time with his skinny mistress Leigh at the office...
Out of Peoria: A Story of Innocence lost. Chapter 11: True love, and a surprising discovery. It was early afternoon before we surfaced for air. Gradually the frenetic scratching, biting grinding gave way to gentle nibbling and stroking. Heidi lit a cigarette. “I hope you don’t mind,” she said. “I have every bad habit there is ---- well almost,” she adde...
As I've written in prior stories. I'm a nude model and my girlfriend is a nude dancer. We'd dated a few years back, and I was a nudist then, but she wasn't. I warmed her up to my kinky ways though by being naked all the time. We'd have a few wild days and nights and had been playing with exhibitionism when we'd be fully nude, (and me erect) when guests woul...
Winter grips the City of Ottawa, Ontario, in its icy grip. Adler Stephens, a big and tall young Black man originally from Dorchester, Massachusetts, still isn't used to the harsh winters of Ontario after nearly five years in the province. This morning, however, the young African American gentleman, international student and adventurer finds himself in someth...
I love to fuck myself. I've been doing it for a long time now. I would put anything in my pussy when I was younger; pens, hairbrushes, small bottles. It was a good year when Santa gave me an electric toothbrush. Jump ahead to now, I was in college, dorm room to myself and a treasure chest of possibilities to make myself cum. I had vibrators, dildos of all...
This is my first attempt at writing erotica. Any feedback will be appreciated! * I am lying on the bed. My lover is in the room with me, but I cannot see him because he had blindfolded me. I all I know is the feel of the clean sheet beneath my naked body. I wait in anticipation of what is to come. Suddenly, I feel a pair of hand on my feet, gently kneading...
Agnes sat on the old couch drinking cheap beer from the boring plastic red cup. Michelle was setting up red candles everywhere around the chalk circle with the odd arcane symbols she found in some spell book that she got from their last trip to Baton Rouge. They set up in one the abandoned grand houses in Paradise Falls, their hometown, that was once a sight...
Story from Angel's point of view: My husband asked me to write this next installment due to the fact that he is a bit tied up at the moment. I am more than happy to tell you our story. As you may or may not remember, my husband and I were in the captain's wife's cabin with him and his nephew Daniel. We were there to pay up on the bet my husband lost to Ev...
Cathy arrived home around five thirty still shaking but armed with the perfect disguise for her appointment with the Steven's clan. Cathy switched on the phone and was amused to find she had had another thirty-nine missed calls. Smiling, Cathy typed, 'Arriving nine o'clock Friday! Be ready. Cathy pressed send and debated whether to wait for a reply; she deci...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to all my readers for the comments, Feedback, and the votes. This is Book 1 of a series of 3 Books about Ashleigh Townsend and her friends. I hope you enjoy them all. Book 1, Chapter 1 Friday morning, 5 am. Ashleigh was just waking up. A strange sound suddenly made her listen more intently. At first she wasn't sure what it was, then s...