My psychologists' name is Xenia Jones; honest to God that really is her name. Why I had to see her is a side story. I'll give you the short version: I was about to leave a restaurant one afternoon when this young guy, about my height and size bumped in to me. I automatically said." Excuse me!" Then I stepped back to let him by. For reasons unknown, he sna...
It had been more than a month. At first, he ignored the hair, the baggy pants, the granny panties, the immense bras that looked like they were designed in the 50's by a structural engineer. He still hit on her. She told him no. After a couple of weeks, he stopped trying. At the one-month mark, he suggested they needed to talk. "I guess you need to do what y...
My love is a BBW. She is a BBW with all that connotes, the zest for life, the sensuality, everything. She is heavy, though not as heavy as some. She likes to eat and is not ashamed of that. She likes all that the senses can provide her. She loves to sing, dance - she is a surprisingly skilful dancer -- and read, write, listen to music. She's sensual and n...
I should have known better than to follow her around the store for too long that afternoon. She was tall, probably around 6'3, in heeled boots, so she was likely 5'10" to 6'0" tall in her bare feet. Her hair was dark brown, curly, just touching her shoulders. In contrast, her eyes were a deep green. She wore a white business jacket, matching skirt and a silk...
CONTINUED FROM "JENOLA THE BLACK BI BBW" The next Thursday, six days later, I returned home and saw Jenola's next letter. I raced inside with it, but first sat down at my computer and lit a joint, so I could read her letter while fucked up. Her letter read: Big wow to you, too, Steven! What you said about all the feelings being mutual is so right. It's ama...
It all started when you pricked your finger on that weird old pen in that antique shop you went into for the hell of it a week ago. You were sick for a couple days, but when you got better, you discovered that you have a strange new power. You, a fan of pretty much all forms of mass media, now have the ability to step into any movie, television show, book, c...
How do you know if you're perfect for someone? I thought Sarah was the girl for me. We met in college, she was a smart, studios girl with big ambitions. I was a charming slacker who was coasting on his ability to cram for tests and write decent papers the night before they were due. We met at a friend's house party (really just 20 bodies crammed into a kitc...
It was a hot day summer day in Socorro New Mexico. I was visiting the old Spanish mission that dates back to the late 17th Century. Out front there was two wooden benches with metal frames. I had walked around town so I decided to sit down before entering the old church. I looked down and began reading a travel guide. My attention was broken by the clicking...
Five XXX actresses. One man. A bedroom in a bedraggled Hollywood Hills mansion. Outside, a low-budget porn was being videotaped. Wearing my birthday suit, I rehearsed with one of the ladies for our pending scene. I harkened back to how I'd arrived here: An ad answered in a local porno rag. An audition in an adult actress' apartment — a live Internet fe...
This story follows on from Bbw at the office. After an affair with my boss I come home with another mans cum in my bra. When I got home I saw my husband on the sofa watching TV. I guess he's a nice enough guy; he's just such a pussy. All through school guys used to taunt and bully him because they knew he'd never stand up for himself. Once, when we were hi...