Andover came in and his wife was smiling. Kassie twirled her curly strawberry blonde hair and was looking at him quizzically. "How were things today, Andover?" She came up and kissed him tenderly. "I know it's not been easy, what with the belt and all." It's tough to have a beautiful, young trophy wife, but even more difficult when said wife has locked up...
Prologue The following is not a tale of the imagination, although it probably ranks alongside fictional accounts you may read in Literotica. Of course you are at liberty to decide if the subsequent narrative is true or not after you have read it; no assurances from me that it is true would make any difference to how you come to your verdict, you will judge...
Do you ever hear a piece of music, a song, or see a picture that is so beautiful it almost makes your heart break with the poignancy of it? Hallelujah came on the radio today, whilst I drove through damp green-grey fields and the limp winter hopelessness of the view combined with the music to create a great swell of achey sadness in me that rose up and cho...
Ella sat around at the party, examining the many people that came in through the doors. There was only one reason she was at the party, and that was to see Denny Olvarios. She had loved him since she was in eighth grade, when she was more awkward. Ella had sat next to Denny for a few months in her English and Reading class, but her teacher had moved her to t...
They used to be neighbors. Bernie was in his late fifties, bald, sporting a small beer belly. He was living alone in the apartment beside hers. He always shoveled the snow from their common balcony. Sometimes she would get to her car and he had dug it out of the snow bank. Angie was in her mid twenties, long brown hair, small firm breast and a nice ass on t...
It's not easy you know...being bowels. I mean...think about it. You work hard all day, striving to keep your boss happy, and it's not easy work either - you have to remove, push, churn, demolish and consume any poisons whilst keeping all the goodness and their relevant energies; you work 24 hours a day, seven days a week and what happens...? Everything you...
My name is Fabiola Valentia Etienne. I'm a big black woman of Haitian descent. I'm a five-foot-ten, large-breasted, thick-bodied, wide-hipped and big-bottomed black woman who is very proud of every inch of her body. I weigh exactly two hundred and sixty pounds. I'm healthy, happy, and successful. By day, I'm a student-athlete at Bayden State College in the w...
Hi, there. My name is Patricia Saint Guillaume and I'm a young black chick living in the Back Bay neighborhood of the town of Boston, Massachusetts. I'm twenty years old, standing five feet ten inches tall and weighing two hundred and forty pounds. My skin is dark brown, my body is thick, my hips are wide and my butt is simply huge. I guess you could say tha...
Hello, there. My name is Julius James Kamel. I'm a young black man from the great city of Boston. Currently, I'm hanging out in my dormitory with two special lady friends of mine. We're all students from the same college. Like many college students who hang out all the time, we've bonded. Since last year, I've been a student at the Massachusetts Central Coll...
We gathered as much of Gina and Harriet's clothing as we could find and then, partially dressed as well as we could manage, we made a bare-assed Wendy ferry us to the Wilsons' house in the Porsche. I had to give Gina my shorts because we couldn't find either her bikini bottoms or her sarong and she didn't want to wear any of Wendy's stuff. I sat in the front...