Bev, the mature teacher and widow. Part 5 Next day morning, I woke up to the smell of coffee, scrambled eggs, and fried bacon. I brushed my teeth and went into the kitchen. Bev was in a red tank top and silk panties. My cock stirred. I said, “Good morning, love.” I grabbed her from behind and nuzzled her neck. She did not wear a bra! She smelled of fresh p...
This story was written for a Mature BBW member. * I am a single forty two year old woman that is sexually frustrated. My husband left me many years ago and has not been a part of our lives. Men for the most part are not attracted to big girls like me. My 5'5" frame is very wide and full. My hips and breasts are huge. I am well over 55 inches in my breasts...
All characters involved in this story are of at least 18 years of age. All characters involved in this story are original creations of the author. Any resemblance to any real person, place, or event is purely coincidental. Please do not post anywhere else without author permission. Thank you! ***** I thought it best to call in sick the next day. No matte...
Any and all comments are wanted, though constructive are more welcome. ************ "Yes." Rachel shuddered as Brian brushed her thigh with his finger tips. "Look, I know that you want me too be absolutely sure before we have sex but I'll NEVER be ready. You're right." She sighed. "Our experiences with people have messed up our perceptions. With me I'll p...
Chapter One The Master woke early as was his custom and threw the heavy blankets from the bed. He stood and stretched, thinking lazily about what he could do that day, he had no particular plans, other than the visit of his daughter and her husband, but he was harbouring lustful thoughts about the new scullery maid. It wasn't unusual for the Master to harb...
This story is work of complete fiction. Any resemblance to real characters or actual events is purely coincidental and unintended. All characters are (well) over 50. Approx. 6000 words. Dateline, January 2004. Undisclosed location in Mexico. They say good things happen to good people. Eventually, anyway. Let me introduce myself. My name is Max. It's actu...
It was late by the time I'd seen my last client off and cleaned up. Humming happily to myself, I folded towels and restocked shelves thinking about what the evening might bring. It had been another excellent day at my dream job and it wasn't over yet. Nurse Adams I had a date. I locked up and walked out through the waiting room, up the stairs and out into...
I am editing this series due to some typo's, spelling errors, and mixed up dialogue. Once I am done I am going to repost them and that should clear up the chapter order. That was an epic fail on my part but should be cleared up shortly. I also had a volunteer editor, Captain Siren, review the first chapter in the Silver Moon series and she made some very go...
We were staying in our cabin in the woods with three of my husband's college friends. None of them lived near us and the first night we all had too much to drink and I felt like getting wild. I went upstairs and put on a tiny, sheer negligee. Then I came back downstairs. "Joe," I called from the bottom of the staircase, "can you come upstairs." My husband...
A Brazilian Latina Domme in MCPland!?! Down the dusty road came the Fiat Minibus: in the Neapolitan small town it was a famous institution. Driven and owned by Senorita Mimi a dusky Lesbian beauty, petite in all her shapely proportions, she was reputed to be an heiress who didn't need to work as her reputed deceased Pater had been a Godfather of the Mafiosi...