Eyda looked down the torch-lit hallway, and after making sure nobody was coming, pressed her bare palm on the stone brick she knew would open the secret door. As the mechanism hidden behind the wall slowly revealed the passage, she slid a hood over her half-elven ears, concealing her short, reddish hair. Once inside the tunnel, she made sure the door closed behind her and produced the map the Emperor had drawn for her. The ink on the parchment indicated she had to go up and make a few turns around the castle before she would reach the room she had to sneak into. Eyda whispered an incantation and activated the magical artifact she had on her left hand: a copper ring that shone dimly, like a candle. It wouldn’t be enough for a human to navigate with, but for a half-elf, whose eyes could easily adjust to the penumbra of twilight, it was a valuable tool. Continue reading
Colette and I didn’t see each other for a couple of days after our first encounter(s). All the vacation students had started work and like anyone in a new job I was keen to impress. It was only summer work but who knew what it might lead to. The dorm accommodation was about 40 minutes from the location of the large industrial workplace, so it meant a reasonably early start (for university students anyway). I drove and a few others typically got a ride with me.
“I’ll be there at 8, be ready,” and I hung up, that’s all that needed to be said with Wendy. It started as a way for her to pay her husband’s gambling debts but after one month we all knew they where hooked. Her husband was such a wimpy man that before I came along the poor woman had no sex life, then after seeing me fuck her, their sex life was revived.
The sex between Wendy and I just got nastier and nastier with her insisting that John her husband be there to witness it, at first because it was his debts she was paying with her body but later because she got off humiliating him. The thing was that he got off on it too as did I, which is why 6 months later I still see them both at least once a month. Continue reading
As a BBW I am what some would consider heavy chested, 46D to be exact. Frequently our friends come from out of town to visit and when they do, they spend the night. Without fail there is always alcohol involved and the conversation usually evolves into that of a sexual nature, this evening was no exception.
Sitting around the kitchen table and playing cards, the other two ladies who are both much more petite than I eventually removed their bras, without lifting or taking of their blouses at all. Soon the guys were passing the bras around and sniffing them and being “pigs”. My husband noted that one of the gals was enjoying what was going on based on how big her “headlights” had gotten.