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
I had access to my aunt’s house with no one home. I took a girl I had met at a dance that I had went out with a few times to the house. She had let me undo her bra and lick and suck her breast before when we had parked in my car. We were on my aunt bed and I had undid her shirt and bra and was licking and sucking her breasts. She had never done anything but kiss and let me do this. She had never touched me or let me do anything more. As I kissed her breast I moved down her belly and kissed and licked down to her belly button. She let me undo her pants and slide them and her panties off. I moved down and licked and sucked on her pussy. 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
I’m a fat black old woman, in a few weeks becoming 62 and divorced 14 years ago. It was a hard time, after a marriage for 23 years I was abandoned for another woman by my husband. Never expected it and it took a some time to recover from it. My marriage was childless and after my husband left me, life seemed very lonely. I was always a very direct physical woman and over the years I thought I accomplished to the sexual needs of my husband. I still call him my husband although another woman own him now, he still is mine, I think.
I picked up my life again, tried to find peace in my new circumstances and provide some happiness. The only thing I couldn’t provide was the warm intimacy with my husband. May I thought I grew over it; I didn’t. I missed it a lot and I began to look around. As I told you, I’m a very plump woman, call it awesomely fat. I’m very massy, not just in the hips but everywhere. I’m not the type to attract the eyes of the beholder but more the type for those who won’t go for the common type.
I’m aware what attract most of the eyes are my huge boobs; in my earlier days I’ve considered to made them some sizes smaller but my husband wouldn’t let me. I gave up diets because over the years I’ve used to my excessive fat figure. What I do is take the necessary care of myself; I never go on the street without make up and proper dressing. I’m living in the sunny state and mostly wear light garments. Dark red and dark green or yellow fits me the most. Once in a while I visit a beauty salon where I have my hair done, my nails done and get rid of the unwanted hair in my face. 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