Several years ago, I had just gotten out of my first marriage which had been a total loss; the girl, also her first marriage, nagged so much I almost couldn’t bring myself to have sex with her in spite of her natural good looks. I guess it’s true what they say, that “Looks aren’t everything.” As is usually the scenario, I started looking for new partners in the Bar Scene. One night, I was out on the town with a male friend of mine named Chuck. We went to a local country & western bar in the next town to see what we could find. Continue reading
Julia sat, a little pit of anxiety settling in her as she waited on her sofa, looking at her book but not really reading it, too far gone in her own thoughts to take in in the words written on the page. She glanced instead to her side, out the window. Past her own reflection the view it offered was to most, simply breathtaking, but it, as with most things for her, had steadily lost its charm over time.
She owned the prestigious penthouse suite of a luxurious high-rise and the view at night, out over the smaller blocks and bustling streets below was nothing short of stunning, watching the lights move, the tiny shuffling ant-like figures of people as they went about their lives, it made her feel as rich as, well, she was. But every day that passed she found less and less gleam to her life, her fulfilment draining, the view, as stunning as it was, just becoming a part of the background. Continue reading
Sandra and I had been engaged for a month. In that time, I’d moved in with her and found hot, horny happiness day after day. Jenny was upset that I’d left her, and had cried non-stop when the day came for me to leave. However, after seeing her walking up our old driveway arm in arm with two tall, suntanned, muscular guys as I was driving past one day…well, I figured she was ok. Hell, I even toyed with the thought of calling her up 10 minutes later, knowing how hard it would’ve been to maintain a conversation with a cock or two in her mouth. I’d explained the situation to Sandra, and that I was a little frustrated about Jenny and her fast-healing emotional structure. Sandra’s answer was to kneel in front of me, unzip my fly and start slowly jerking me off as I spoke. “Is she on your mind, that little bitch? Then why not shoot your sticky load over my face. That’ll make you feel better.” Continue reading
For once, I actually decided to look at some of the other categories on the streaming sites I’d visit. So many things came up under fetish. Some of it I don’t get but to each their own. A BBW was mixed in with the fetish and as I had expected before hand, it wasn’t my cup of tea. Several videos had girls dominating guys in leather or latex outfits. I liked how tight they were, showing off every curve of their body, leaving little to the imagination. Upon thought, I had never been dominated, it was always me taking control. The female domination videos were getting me hard for the most part, but at times they were a little extreme. Nobody was shocking my balls! Continue reading
When I was in college there were two girls that would make me bone up the second I saw them. One was Candice. Typically hot, she had long blonde hair, big blue eyes, and was skinny with huge tits. The other, Astrid was the perfect BBW. Polish background, with dark hair, beautiful smile, full figure, and massive tits that protruded well past her stomach.
I would jerk off before college, twice during, and once after because of these girls. I’d always be hobbling off to the toilets because of my raging boner. Candice just laughed at this, and one day she posed the question; ‘How much would you pay to see our tits, masturbator?’ It meant I’d have to give up half my cam time and some of my porn subscriptions, but I offered them $500 each, per month, to jerk off to their tits. They agreed. Continue reading
Sharon was a fat girl, a Big Beautiful woman; with an emphasis on both the ‘big’ and the ‘beautiful’. But she wasn’t scared of using the ‘f’ word, in fact it annoyed her when other overweight women described themselves as ‘Big’ or used some other pseudonym.
Sharon peeled back the pretty floral bed set and opened the curtains, Saturday had arrived at last, her special day for herself.
She had been single for a while and had gotten to experimenting with her body, on her own; actually having more pleasure by herself than she’d had with her previous lover. The phone was already switched off and the door was locked. Continue reading