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...
Some things in life simply are so intimate that few of us are comfortable discussing such things; bodily functions in particular. Pussy farts chief among those taboo subjects. I clearly remember the first time I heard the term 'pussy fart.' I was a young exotic dancer, commonly called a stripper, but I prefer the old fashioned term of burlesque performer. Th...
I felt my beloved husband of five years roll over in bed. I knew what came next; stretching and farting. I smiled softly; pretending to still be asleep. He would sit on the side of our bed for a moment before rising to get ready for another long day at work; leaving me and the baby to sleep away the pre-dawn hours. But this morning, the routine was broken...
Note: This writing contains scat, piss, and (because this is relevant and about my personal experience) is related to being transgender. If this isn't your cup of tea, no problem! It won't hurt to skip over this one. I briefly cover something that may trigger dysphoria in trans men. Also, this is my first post here (and first sex themed piece of writing in g...
The second moon was just breaking over the horizon. Clouds green with its light drifted across the sky, making the Main Moon fuzzy. I looked across the bay spread beneath me in the darkness, and sniffed for the scent of tang. I am a silkeon, a red furred and green eyed warrior, small but fierce. I hunted for poon-tang, as in our world only they may bear th...
The name is Brent Xavier, and I am a major pervert living in the Boston area. I'm a tall, good-looking Black man. Twenty two years old. Strong, tough and masculine. That's me. Add to that the fact that I have absolutely no conscience and totally lack respect for anyone or anything and you've got the makings of a great story. Too many men these days are too g...
"Now, Henry, tell me some more about how your wife finds you inadequate in bed," Rosetta pushed, adjusting her enormous rump in her specially designed leather chair. She was very interested in getting deep into the psyche of this client. A very small man, only about 100 lbs, he was slightly intimidated by the African-American amazon with hips nearly as wide...
The door opens and I'm blinded by light. I rub my eyes, struggling to make out who has opened it. I eagerly hope that it's her. "Hello, darling," she calls out, standing there in the doorway, her hourglass figure outlined by the light. My heart races, just hearing her words, as she struts over to me. "You're in luck today, my love. Today we will make a tape...
(It was late autumn of 1960 and I, David Shaw, was 20 years old and was following my absorbing hobby of bird watching. I had unfortunately been detained by Amelia Wiff-Naseford, headmistress, for being an alleged 'Peeping Tom' in the grounds of 'Dentwood Finishing School for Tall Girls aged 18 to 20 years old'. There were 120 girls registered at the school....
One day over a year later, Christy calls me. I asked her why she had not called me until now. She explained after having sex with all those black men she was pissed at me. I remarked that I did pay her well though. She agreed. She said another reason she did not call was that she had became pregnant after sex with all those black men. But, how could she...