Welcome to the next installment of this ongoing series. I've struggled for a bit over where to take this story next, and I think that the suggestion about flashbacks is the right way to go. As always, any similarities to anything you may have seen or heard before is a complete accident. We ended up going out to dinner. A few minutes after Emily's mock outb...
Note to the reader: In this diary I will tell the true stories of my sexual encounters that have come about thanks to the internet. Some more precise details such as names and places will be left out to protect mine and others privacy, and also because they don't matter, but otherwise I will try to be as accurate and truthful as possible. As I neared the en...
To all those who read all three parts of this story before I submitted this part I am sincerely sorry. I had mistakenly left this part out. Thanks to a few readers I was made aware of this mistake and I happy to add the missing section. I hope this will never happen again. Thank you. Our first invitation arrived at the end of September. Julie spotted it fi...
Mike and Vicki had been married for nearly twenty-three years, and over those years they had enjoyed many sexual adventures. When they first met, Vicki was 18, very shy, and a virgin. Mike, on the other hand, was outgoing and very experienced sexually, having lost his virginity at 14. He enjoyed playing the teacher and Vicki was an excellent student. Early i...
The day I turned thirty-four my husband was away at a wine brokers' conference in Prague. I knew he'd really wanted to go and at the time it came up, some three months prior to my birthday, I'd pretended it didn't matter and said all the right things about making up for lost time later and so on. Inside, though, I was seething. It didn't seem to me to be a v...
Like lots of "old farts" I have routines and am pretty set in my ways. One such routine for me is to get up, do the three S's and go buy a newspaper and coffee at a local convenience store. Their service and coffee are good and sometimes I break down and buy a "sticky bun". They actually bake them on site and they are good. Another reason to go there is Tiff...
James started his sales pitch. 'A friend of mine is a world-class artist. She was my art teacher in college. There is a big exhibition coming and she needs subjects to sketch. I owe a debt of gratitude. We met in college when I posed for art classes, making a little spending money. I always said if I could return the favor in some way, I would be glad to hel...
I've got anger issues when it comes to Black women, I told Dr. Nadia Osman as we sat in her office in the City of Toronto, Ontario. The comfortable surroundings did nothing to alleviate my mood. Last week I got into a heap of trouble. My Jamaican ex-girlfriend Monica Thompson took out a restraining order against me, all because I threatened to smack her ass...
Confessions of a Dominant BBW... Being a 'big' girl in today's street parlance usually refers to the bra size one looks for in Marks and Spencer. But I've always been a 'big girl' -- since even before my mammaries started developing into the super-size jugs they are now. It wasn't that I ate too much -- it just seemed that was how I was meant to be. My gra...
Hi guys, it's me Kayla, again. Boy, did Jackson ever change my life - if you don't know who or what I am talking about, then you should go back and read part 1 of my diary. That night seems like so long ago, but has only been three months. A lot has happened in that twelve-week period and I'm sure it will continue as my life moves forward. This next story ta...