This is the belated third part to a story; you should read the first two first to build the anticipation properly. That said, the story so far: Doreen, a lonely, plus-sized middle-aged widow, receives an invitation from something called The Zaftig Society for what appears to be a swingers' party. She attends and surprises herself by allowing a man to have se...
You woke up one day feeling like the world was spinning. For the longest time while you went about your daily routine, you had the inkling feeling that something was off. The people around you responded differently to your actions and words. Most were as they were. If you insulted them, they would get angry, but if you stared at a woman's boobs for too long,...
Kim Zolchiak stared at her reflection in the mirror. The tall, blonde-haired and blue-eyed Caucasian gal smiled at herself. She was a skinny blonde-haired white chick. Supposedly the epitome of beauty in the eyes of most Americans. Most people thought she was hot and she knew it. And she was also married to a wealthy man and lived in Atlanta, one of the Amer...
Interlude 6 - Felicia's Lonely Road pt. 2 Felicia teetered on the lip of her chair, separated from the purple eyed woman by stacks of plates that threatened to spill from the table at any moment. Felicia had never seen anyone put down as much food as the woman had, but something in her told her this was normal behavior- how else was she to maintain her lit...
In the world of Women's Professional Tennis, there are many secrets which the outside world knows nothing about. Men and women who call themselves professional tennis fans would kill to know these secrets. However, they're known to Women's Professional Tennis insiders only. Such as the tradition that the winners get to fuck the losers. Lesbian style. And Wan...
Chapter 10 A Pleasant Misunderstanding Jayce pours the kernels into the kettle, the smell of buttered popcorn filling the air as he presses a button to start the cycle; oily butter cascading through a metal pipe into the top of the machine to lubricate the heated plate and corn at the bottom. He closes the lid with a satisfying clang, turning around to see...
"Hello." "Um, hi," she started, stumbling over her words in surprise at the female voice. "I was given a card—" "Name." "My name? Leah." "Do you have a pen, Leah?" She reached over to the passenger seat and began tearing through her purse. "Yes." "GPS won't bring you here. Take exit 75 off Highway 83. Go east about fifteen miles. If you hit the dead en...
While you read this, millions of lovers around the world engage in lewd, kinky sex. Wouldn't it be nice to take a bird's eye perspective and swoop over them to see what they are up to? These are sound bites 1-5. I will be adding the rest soon. Ice Skating Rink Her ass cheeks burn against the cold ice. She still has her skirt on, lifted up, as she is pinn...
The base music engulfed the small group as they entered the club. Jason started to worry as soon as they entered, a man sitting behind a small caged window asked to see their stamps. All of them raised their hands and the black light made the neon-ink glow. When they passed the window, Jason watched the other black succubus round the corner and climb two st...
Howdy, folks. Brother Sam here. A tall, good-looking, forthrightly bisexual young black man with a poignant story to tell. Why do I bother with introductions anymore? Habit and protocol. At this point, all of you know who I am. I recently left the city of Boston, my usual hunting ground, because one of my stunts attracted way too much attention. So, I went t...