Her giggles were like melancholy through my muffled ears. The must deep in my nose was suffocating, stifling even. I loved it. Not being able to be breath and being encompassed completely by her. Smothered and buried deep between the folds of her Godly curves and skin. I want to be buried alive if this is what it means to die happy. Her scent was heavenly an...
I'd like to share this story with all you boot lovers, and hope that you get as much enjoyment from it as I did at the time. Earlier this year I went to visit some friends from college in Leicester. I arranged to stay with my friend Pete, who still lives in Leicester, and is now married to Kate. Two other friends were also staying, and it turned out to be a...
Is it the aroma, their crevice, the stink or the stubble? Being aroused by armpits and their aroma makes you an airhead, lightheaded and high from my deep pits and their sunken holes emanating waves of stink to stupefy you with. Armpits arouse you, the smooth skin and crevices are the only curves you're attracted to. Creamy and smooth pits, curving and bendi...
The catalyst for the paradigm shift in the relationship with my wife of twenty years was something that happened at the beginning of December - though, truth be told (as you'll see), there were several other naughty escapades throughout the autumn that really should have awoken me to the realisation that Carla was becoming the dominant one in our relationshi...
Dear Readers, I want to thank everyone who has stuck by this story. I apologize for the delay in updates, but I have been busy in my personal life. I'm glad to be able to focus on these two again, and want you to know that your comments and feedback keep me going, and motivated to finish this tale. For those who are enjoying the read, there will be more upd...
This is my first attempt at writing if this piece is received well and I have the time I will add more chapters. Please feel free to score it and leave comments. The machine finally completed, Jake sat on his chair by the machine. Covered in dirt and sweat exhausted, years of work in fact it was his lifes work, and he was done. He slumped over in his chai...
I briefly considered grabbing a robe out of Jenny's closet, but why bother? I was wearing a t-shirt for a nightgown that ended at mid-thigh. I wasn't exactly indecent. The only other person in the house was Jenny's Dad and he was surely asleep by now. I was just going to grab a drink of water anyway. It was way too hot for a robe. Jenny had just started col...
Warning: This is a story about a large 21 year old dominant woman, her 18 year old BBW sister, and a meek 48 year old man. If this doesn't appeal to you, please don't read it. This is a continuation of The BBW Goddess. * It was all I could do to try and keep my mind on my work the following day, after Lori totally controlled me with her superior strength,...
A profane screech trailed by a squawk so loud and obnoxious it would have honored a dying pea fowl heralds an unearthly sound so high pitched no one heard it in the small 15 foot by 15 foot Remote Field Center but by impaling itself into the subconscious of everyone it causes them to shiver and shrug as if a ghost had walked on their grave. Disturbing the...
[Cautionary remark: The following story largely pertains to armpit fetish. If you are in any way offended by any reference to armpits/underarms, then proceed no further. This story is not for you. Feedbacks are welcome only from people who love armpits.] Tony met Emily, only after seven days, as Emily was busy with something. Tony’s excitement was rising da...