A special thank-you for my inspiration, my muse; whose encouragement and motivation I would be lost without. Dear Santa, I am writing you this letter, because I really need some things. I have been a very good girl, in every way I could think of, even some I didn't think of myself. Like last Spring, at the senior co-ed softball game. Poor Steve got hit...
It was tough living in the Bronx. Though I am an Afro American I have always been the butt of racial jokes. I am small built unlike others of my race and I must concede I am no Michael Jordan. In fact I am more like Michael Jackson. In fact I hardly look like the archetypical black. The only thing, which I feel ashamed off, is the unusually large size of my...
I was having an issue with my right testicle. Well, not really an issue per se, it was about three times the size of my left one. So I thought maybe I should have it checked out. So I made an appointment with my doctor and didn't think too much about it after that. Well, not as much as you can when one of your nuts is triple the size it should be. (Spoiler a...
“Hey Sean, I need to finish off this film,” said Maura waving her camera, “hold still.” Sean pulled a joke muscle man pose as Maura took a snap. He was still in good shape; the only clue to his 56 years was the small patch of grey in the middle of his hairy chest. He often wore no shirt around the house, especially when he was doing a few DIY jobs like he w...
My name is Janice Ellery Bronson and I am a six-foot-tall, plump, wide-hipped and big-bottomed, green-eyed and blonde-haired Irishwoman living in the city of Bangor, Maine. By day, I work as a field researcher and assistant for one of the city's most respected attorneys. Who is this attorney? My beloved husband Thaddeus Bronson of course. He's a six-foot-tal...
This is part 2 of a true story. I welcome and appreciate all comments/questions, either through onsite feedback or e-mail. * The next morning, Mary awoke me with a blowjob. She had only sucked my dick a few times before, always half-heartedly. This time she was all over me. At one point she paused, looked up and licked her lips and said "You like the way I...
Trans-genderism: Cross-dressing I never considered writing a story about cross-dressing until I was confronted with it. I just recently found out that a friend of mine who I have known for several years is a cross-dresser. He's a good guy, a family man, is married with kids, and, by all accounts, appears normal. Whatever that means? Yet, what is normal? Am...
I was merely looking for a tranquil, quiet life in the suburbs. Just out of a short, though turbulent marriage, I decided against life in a singles ghetto. Instead, I opted for the distraction of a yard and a small house, while I regained my bearings. Some of my neighbors had other ideas. My usual morning workout routine was interrupted by the sound of the...
I'd been telling my girlfriends about this one the night before - over a few bottles of wine. Ok, maybe it was actually a lot of wine and I was definitely feeling the effects of it today. I was actually still feeling a bit drunk and high on lack of sleep. Otherwise I'm sure events would have gone differently. So, I'd told them, somewhat indiscreetly, about...
Victor didn't say anything as they left the room. He didn't say anything as they walked towards the stairwell. He didn't say anything as he opened the stairwell door and led Carla in. She wondered whether or not he would press his huge penis against her cunt as he had done before. She wondered whether, maybe, he would fuck her. He had such a big prick. Fro...