Introduction Up to now, all my stories have been fact-based from my earlier life. This is my first attempt at pure imagination. All characters (or websites) are fictional, any similarity to real persons, living or not, are purely co-incidental. ***** Gerry was bored. Bored with his job, bored with his succession of girlfriends, even bored with his compute...
Hi, you can call me fat ass. I have a fat fat ass that stretches my pants out like big balloons. A deep crack in between my cheeks. Some people call me Sandra, but my daddy calls me fat ass. He says that he likes my ass fat but the rest of my body should be thin. So he put me on a diet. I try my best to follow it but I just can't. He says that in the morn...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Beyonce Knowles or Anna Kendrick or any other celebrities. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Beyonce was just about back to feeling like her normal self, helped by the fact that she was back in an exclusive party for the rich and famous and surrounded by beautiful white...
The name is Susan. A tutor at Stoughton Tech, a small community college in Massachusetts. It's a quiet and rather peaceful campus. Unlike many big colleges and universities, it's wonderfully diverse. There are lots of black men, black women, Hispanic men, Hispanic women and Asians among the student population. Racial and ethnic minorities make up forty pe...
Everyone has a Dark Side. No matter what they say. Throughout history, we have been bombarded with the message that the Dark Side is to be feared. Well, some of us embrace it. I am such a man. My name is Raphael. Society would call people like myself every name under the sun. Sociopath. Psychopath. Freak. Amoral. Remorseless Individual. Embodiment of the Ant...
Hey, there. My name is Veronique Angling and I'm a big and tall, chubby black woman with a thick body, huge tits, wide hips and a big booty. And I've got one hell of a story for you folks. These days, I'm living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I used to attend Brockton Community College where I majored in Nursing but I've taken a break recently. Too...
Lulu is away on a cross-country haul; Majik has just returned from one of her own and is MEGA-horny. She orders the two kidnap victims to dress in some naughty lingerie (Donna in royal-blue bra, suspender-belt, and stockings, red stilettos, no panties); Lorna in classic black silk suspender-belt, sheer hose, black stilettos, no bra, no panties) she's returne...
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know or own Beyonce Knowles or Anna Kendrick or any other celebrities. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** "Wow, this place really is a palace." Anna beamed as she walked into Beyonce's bedroom like she owned the place, "Good for you Queen B, living the high life everywhere you go, l...
From Chapter 4: "AhhhhOhhhh", Lorna groans helplessly, jerking as the oily knob of her partner's massive anal intruder butts-against the ball of soft, slushy ball of shit at the entrance of her lower intestine. The stink of anal sex fills the room; the fact that she can smell the rich, earthy aroma of her own inner bowels ignites a series of erotic tremors w...
Here is a recent correspondence I had with a young lady who had read my stories and wanted to humiliate herself by telling me some of the most shameful and embarrassing things about her own private parts: Hey!! I'm a young Indian girl and I would like to share my dirty details with you. You turn me on. I love your stories and loved the idea of being one of...