Chapter 1: Mandatory 'choose your path' chapter The alarm in your phone goes off and you groggily wake up with a long yawn. You actually had a good night's rest, so technically you're all in good health to face the day, though that doesn't mean you're terribly excited about it if it's some boring stuff, like one more school day. Then again, whether it's scho...
*This story goes after "Mary's Gassy Dorm"* * A couple days later, Mary and Amy decided to have a farting contest. Mary was extremely shy about it, but Amy insisted that it would be fun and something to laugh about. Mary could barely contain her excitement. She had always wanted to hear another girl fart around her, and now her hot blonde roommate was mak...
The next day we were talking about how to tell his parents, when I found myself confused over a small, yet important detail. "Jeff, did one of us propose?" He thought about it. He started shaking his head slowly. His shoulders came up in an unhurried shrug. Finally, he answered. "I don't think so." "Hmmm," I hummed. "Ashley, will you marry me?" I smile...
Felicity Remington was a red-haired, blue-eyed gynecologist of 34. She was also a glasses-wearing, card-carrying lesbian eproctophile. She actually used pussy examinations as an excuse to get close to women's assholes in hopes of getting farts out of them, and maybe sex. Occasionally she was successful at seducing her clients. But her real dream to find a wo...
Tall and curvy, with rapturous mahogany skin, wide hips, thick legs and a big round ass, Jamila Ajoku is a fine exemplar of West African beauty and femininity. She led a sheltered life in her hometown of Kano, in northern Nigeria. In this place, where Christians and Muslims were weary of each other, an attractive young black Muslim woman like herself was a c...
I'm not sure why Emily asked me to write this story down. It's just a funny, gross thing that happened to us a couple weeks back. My name's Roweena. I'm a college student in my mid-20s, a little older than most of my classmates. I can't afford the student housing, so I live at home and commute to campus every day. My best friend Emily lives at home, too. S...
Shakira. She of Colombian-Lebanese descent, hot Latina looks and recently blonde hair. She also had a killer body and, especially, a killer ass. Always encased in either leather or Spandex, it always moved as if it was a totally separate entity. It was also a smelly ass as, while not as publicly known as, say Jenny McCarthy, Sarah McLachlan or Tyra Banks, Sh...
Carol's jaw dropped. She knew that Fabonita must've lived lavishly by her clothes and diamonds, and overall air of superiority to everyone she met, but she had no idea of just how wealthy and narcissistic the woman really was. The lobby of the mansion was massive, completely covered in marble with a massive fountain in the center; lo and behold, the statue i...
Driving through the flat Norfolk countryside on a sunny, if windy, May Bank Holiday Monday, Anne reflected on the weekend that had passed. It hadn't been spent in quite the way she'd have chosen, if choice ever really entered into the equation but, every so often duty had to come before pleasure. Visiting Mother was never easy, always more of a chore than...
Emi had just gotten back from a run and was grinding her sweaty ass into my face when the first party guest showed up. Her name was Lauren. She looked a lot like Emi, short, big butt, and cute, but she was a dirty blonde in contrast with Emi's light brown hair. Lauren was one of those feminists that likes to put men in their place, so right as Emi lifted h...