My name is Elisabeth Shay. I'm a five-foot-ten, thick-bodied, large-breasted, wide-hipped and big-bottomed black woman living in Atlanta. I'm a plump black female who is damn proud of her shape. My skin is dark brown. I like my women how I like my chocolate, hot and black. Unlike some losers who are always whining about their size and wishing they were small...
Dear readers, This is a continuation of my story 'Miss Johnstone's Lesbian Sissy Slut' and I sincerely recommend reading that story first as it provides background for this one. Enjoy and please take time to give me some feedback! Theo 3. Intermission: Further training Following the loss of my sissy virginity just after I had turned eighteen years old,...
Peach is my wife. At the time of this writing we have been married nearly ten years and Peach is almost 35. A blue-eyed blonde, Peach is about five foot four or five inches and around 115 pounds. As she would put it, she is large C cup or small D cup. Peach and I have in the last four or five years begun to expand our sexual horizons. We have a long-term th...
What follows is a continuation of my recounting of my first visit to Alex. The events described are largely true, but I can't recall precise conversations and those you see here are intended to simply capture the mood of things as I recall them. I've also attempted to describe the feelings and emotions I experienced at the time, with the caveat that those fe...
Summary: Daughter's soiled panties leads to mom-daughter lust. This is a 2018 Valentine's Day contest story so please vote. Note 1: Thanks to the irrepressible Rebecca for her willingness to allow her artwork to be used in this story. Note 2: Thanks to Tex Beethoven, Robert, thor_p, and Wayne for editing. Story: Jasmine with Rebecca Illustrations: Rebec...
I honestly didn't know butch women bodybuilders like getting dominated and fisted, I said with a condescending smile as I shoved my fist deeper inside Yasmeen "Yaz" Wahid's tight pussy. The short-haired, muscular Lebanese Muslim dyke groaned softly and I playfully smacked her face. Yasmeen's eyes flashed with anger but there was absolutely nothing she could...
I'm tired! I hate mornings, for that matter I hate evenings to. I hate him! Who? My husband of course….HATE!! HATE!! Why? Because, I'm an irrational, spiteful bitch. BITCH! BITCH! BITCH! If I'm the bitch, why do I hate my husband, it can't be his fault can it? Why can't it be his fault he's alive isn't he. Not that I want him dead, god forbid that, but...
"I'm not a dyke, I may feel certain things when I'm around certain girls but I'm not like those weird, extreme bitches I see walking around at pride parades," Farah Elmi said, somewhat angrily and the six-foot-tall, dark-skinned and slender, Hijab-wearing young Somali Muslim woman leaned back in her chair, and sighed deeply. Sitting in the living room of her...
I explained in my first stories that my submissions are based on actual experiences that have changed my life. Of course names are changed to protect all involved. I appreciate all of the feedback and honored that so many enjoyed the read. From our first experience, Unforgettable Retirement Party that lead to After Party Rewards our sex lives had changed and...
In the world of Women's Professional Tennis, there are many secrets which the outside world knows nothing about. Men and women who call themselves professional tennis fans would kill to know these secrets. However, they're known to Women's Professional Tennis insiders only. Such as the tradition that the winners get to fuck the losers. Lesbian style. And Wan...