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.
She eyed herself critically in the mirror, never understanding fully why he loved the parts of her that she hated but still marvelling at how sexy he could make her feel. Her short dark hair, round face, double chin and bright eyes sparkling back at her, a slight hint of the inner mischief showing.
Her eyes travelled down her body, her 44DD breasts encased in the bra of the expensive set he had bought her, bright scarlet and black, sensual and lacy. Moving down further, over her size 20 frame to the panties, she grimaced at the sight, wishing she were half her size. She looked further down to her thighs and calves below. Continue reading
So I’d just finished helping the old battle axe, my favorite aunt. She’d asked me to help her move a few things and it’d only take a few minutes. It took most of the freakin day.
She’s always been a snooty know it all. What can I say, I like to help. All you have to do is ask and I’m there, often times putting my own needs aside.
She’s a little heavy, but not obese. According to her, however, she’s not fat. Well she had an ass I wouldn’t mind getting into. She quickly put together a snack for me and said she had to go have a shower. I started in on the treats she left on the kitchen table and she went off to her room.
I was enjoying a long cold soda when she then saunters out with a towel wrapped around her, telling me she doesn’t think she’s overweight.
She asked if she was wrong as she opened the towel to reveal herself. She still had her bra and panties on, and did a half twirl. I saw her panty clad area and got hard.