Hey, girls. And guys. How's it going today? I'm doing fine, thank you. At least, I think I'm fine. Sometimes, people can really surprise you. My name is Antoinette Zephyr. Born and raised in the City of Toronto, Ontario. Six feet two inches and one hundred and seventy six pounds of hard-bodied and muscular, dark-skinned Black female athlete, that's me. I've...
Dear Shoeblossom, The way he stares at my tits is so cute. I really have my poor husband hypnotized. Of course there is all the begging. "Fleur, please let me touch them." But that would be too easy, wouldn't it? I'd rather just run my hot pink nails over them, my marvelous mammaries, as they poke my little gray sweater out. I have a little heart tattooe...
The ornate décor of the City Club impressed Nathan, although he'd been there twice before and he was surprised at Gina's indifference when saying it was okay. Then squeezing her waist he grinned to himself: of course she'd spent several years amongst the gilt and glitter of Italy. Their arrival was announced the board chairman Murray Green whose eyes widene...
As Salam Alaikum, my people. The name is Steve "Suleiman" Fleur, and I'm a big and tall young black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Hull, Quebec. I'm an accounting student at the Hull campus of the University of Quebec, and lately, life has been throwing a lot of hurdles my way. No bed of roses, that's for damn sure. Might as well tell you about...
Chapter 3: Societa Della Carne This is the final chapter of a story – Masquerade in Venice. To appreciate this Chapter and finale of the story, it would be best to read the first two chapters to get a good feel for the characters, situations and context. The characters in Masquerade in Venice are also in story "One is not Enough." by the same author. The au...
Chapter Two - Fleur De Lis Andrew Dixon continued to drink scotch during the one hour drive to Lord Chelmsford's country home. He became a little handsy with his niece but Gillian figured he'd paid out thousands of pounds for her breast augmentation surgery and for her wardrobe so she shouldn't be too annoyed with him. Besides he would usually have one of h...
I was a bit miffed as usual, hardly in the best of moods as I showed up at my ex-wife Katie's place to drop off the first alimony payment. It was just one of those days. Hell, it was one of those years. I didn't look forward to seeing her again, let alone to give her some of my hard-earned cash. I suppose that it was partly my own fault for marrying her in t...
François Renard was a stagehand and handyman at the theater of the Ballet De Paris. He was a huge man, almost seven feet tall with wide shoulders and hands large and strong enough to crush a coconut, but he was very gentle giant. Most of those who saw him thought he was slow witted because he seldom spoke. Also he had a foolish smile which came out any time...
Before I left for Baton Rouge on Friday morning I ventured into the kitchen for a cup of coffee … I sat at the kitchen table watching Queen as she slowly kneaded a mountain of dough for her famous pastries. The sleeves to her darsheka were rolled up above her elbows and her forearms showed the strength of a woman much younger. She was silent and acted as tho...
Well, that took less long than I thought. I'm back! Please note that the next story won't come for a while (expect at least a month) and will likely be Strength in Boobs 2. Please enjoy, this will be the longest story I've submitted yet. Contains: Royal tits, Gigantic boobs, light BE, infatuation, and MAGIC (All characters are fictional, only characters 18...