My name is Diana Styles and I’m a strap-on addict and an avowed fetish fanatic. A five-foot-ten, kind of chubby and big-bottomed, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman of Southern origin living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Forty years old and counting. By day, I am an accountant. I am the CEO of Styles & Madison, a multi-million-dollar accounting practice in Bean Town. By night, I am a serial bed hopper. A forthrightly bisexual white slut who does it all. Threesomes. Bondage. Dominance and submission. Role playing. You name it, I’ve done it. That’s me in a nutshell. Most of all, I am a both a masochist and a sadist, just thought you’d like to know. I like to be made to feel pain. I also like to inflict pain upon others. Presently, I’m sodomizing a big and tall, ruggedly handsome black man in his early forties with my monstrously huge strap-on dildo. His name is Joe Brownstone but I prefer to call him my own personal black. He loves it because, you see, he’s a submissive. Well, today anyway. He’s not usually into this sort of thing. Not all the time. He can be quite dominant when he wants to be. He occasionally gets off on interracial dominance and submission. Continue reading
Molly was a wonderful person, great personality, bubbly; jocular and always full of fun; she’d a list of friends as long as your arm. However, she had one large problem and she herself would be the first to admit it; she was built like a brick shithouse. At 275lbs, she had to be huge, but her friends, girlfriends that is, loved her to bits. She was no problem to take out with them, if fact they jumped at the chance, knowing full well that any male’s attention would be attracted to them.
Sex, yes of course she’d had some of the lad’s, but she had to agree, they we’re three sheets to the wind when they’d taken her to bed. Some of her friends welcomed a Molly night, they’d all go out, chatting up the lads getting them well and truly plastered, at the lads expense of course, winding up the guys with erotic gestures, some of her friends were quite fuckable, usually it was a good night for all with Molly getting laid at the end. She could even choose her stud at the beginning of the evening; the girls would then work on him though the evening. Continue reading
Thursday night, he finished before she did – and got up to see what was going on. Creeping up the hallway, he needed to be extremely cautious; those sounds … He didn’t even touch her door, but stood outside of it, listening. He could make no sense of the sounds, initially – the grunts, gasps and whines. He was pretty sure she didn’t work out. But there was a rhythm to them – something hauntingly familiar… Continue reading