My name is Shavona Leatherbury. I'm a big and tall black woman of Haitian and African-American descent living in the city of Brockton, down in the state of Massachusetts. Yeah, I am not exactly tiny and unlike many big women, I am quite proud of myself too. I stand six feet two inches tall, heavyset, with large breasts, wide hips and a thick, plump ass. What...
Hayley Wolfe checked herself in the mirror for the umpteenth time as her friend Magnolia pulled up to the valet. Usually to shy away from the sin vanity, Hayley had to admit, she looked gorgeous. Her usually neck-length red hair had been grown down to the shoulder, her black dress clung dangerously to her thighs and hips, and Open-toed pumps fresh from the s...
Hi guys, I hope that you enjoy this story that deals with Pegging and Gender Role Reversal. The idea of pegging has always been a hot topic for me. I have tried it in my personal life, though not in the same way as the characters in this story, and have found it to be a highly erotic experience. I have wanted to write this story for a while but have been put...
I had just heard Sam call for me again from downstairs. Just yesterday I was Sam. My mind seemed scrambled and light headed. Memories of Sam and Katrina all mixed together. It was a dream, only a very real dream I kept telling myself. His voice echoed again, this time a bit more demanding. "Come on down Katrina. Honey, you know it's your turn." Sam chuckled...
Roz Doyle looked at Frasier Crane as he lay on her queen-sized bedroom. She smiled at him. Frasier Crane and Roz Doyle had known each other for a long time. He was the Harvard-educated Psychiatrist who was the star of an Award-winning radio show on Seattle City's KACL. They had worked side by side for a long time. At first, they were just friends. After ten...
Chapter Two The crossing between Newhaven and France was not a terribly long one and the four travellers knew that they needed to get moving if they were going to make the French train in time. They had dozed for a little while after their exciting introduction, but Rob had at last awoken to realise that in the distance he could make out the French coastline...
(FYI, this is a long and involved FANTASY story.) Looking back, I guess that comment should have sent up a red flag for me, but I was pretty used to Ron saying some weird things. He's just one of those guys that is very open and genuine, there is nothing about himself he won't tell you if you ask or he feels like it, but on that occasion I failed to ask. R...
Kirsty had been off work for three days now. She had a throat infection and could barely speak. Her throat was very hot and dry constantly. Although it was nice to have time off and the house to herself she was getting increasingly bored. Her room was tidy, she had plucked her eye brows, waxed her pubic hair all off making her pussy all neat and very young...
© 2005 by the author, all rights reserved. The whore with a heart of gold is a myth; it's bullshit. I don't have a heart of gold. The only thing that turns me on is cash. I've worked at Sheri's Ranch in Pahrump, one hour from downtown Vegas, for the last two years and have done about anything a whore can be asked to do. The church-going hypocrites in Las V...
I stood looking at myself in the full-length bathroom mirror as I slowly towelled myself dry. I was naked and feeling horny, the bathroom window, wide open, allowing the summer breeze to caress my bare skin. Just looking at myself, was turning me on. Was it normal for a guy to find his own body arousing? I wondered. I was not gay and yet my own ripped physiq...