Bella prided herself on being what she thought was a ‘real woman.’ She had curves, body fat, body hair, and a loud voice that flaunted her many very strong opinions, very often. She grew up in Naples, Italy but was born in Rome. And currently stayed in Venice with her Immigrant boyfriend Pierre. Three guesses on where he’s from, and the first two don’t count. If you didn’t guess Belgium. I don’t blame you. A lot of people...

Lights off; a thin beam of light seeps through the window and reflects on the wall. It's a rainy night, and the only sound is the rattling of raindrops hitting the glass. The heat of her body under the sheets contrasts with the cold drops of sweat gradually covering her back. She was thinking about him all day, imagining his slow kisses and the sound of his breathing. She began to imagine him there, with her, pressing his...

Sometimes you're just hungry late at night. Fortunately, there was a truck stop not far from our campus where you could get a bite in the middle of the night. My roommate John and I piled into his car and headed out to grab some food. It was Friday turning into Saturday, so there would be no classes to attend in the morning. We found our way to a little place just outside of town. It was open all night and the food was pr...

Hello I have been reading stories on this site for a very long time. Recently I have been tempted to write my own, and share my experiences as well. My name is Dave, an Indian guy. I was nineteen years old at that time and a college student. Pretty athletic too. I used to play soccer (football), long-distance running to name a few. I had a girlfriend Samantha, who was eighteen years old. She was working and studying part-...

When I was in college, aged seventeen, I was always conscious of my long legs, thinking of myself as awkward and gangly. I was a late bloomer, both physically and sexually. I had never had a crush on any of the boys and was still a virgin. At this stage of my life, I lacked confidence. One Friday evening after the last lesson of the week, which was games, specifically netball. I was told I had to play as an attacker due t...

The High Priestess fastened the belt on the youngling’s ritual robe. She let her pupil bring the dedicated dagger on a gold-ornate cushion and hooked it into the holster. She mumbled the re-run of the ritual for the umpteenth time with her innate verbose opulence, using grandiose-sounding words like ‘perihelion’, ‘solstice’, ‘borealis’ yadda-yadda-yadda. It was clear from her clinical tone that she had given the speech to...

I took on a challenge to procure a beautiful shemale to join a private orgy. She had to be young with pert tits and a shapely arse. I got the job because I boasted about connecting in this space. Fuck, I overdid the bullshit now I was committed to delivering. I started going to the strip clubs to discover that the performers were heterosexuals. No other genders except for trans. A shemale is something different. I read up...

"Just like Patricia said, they all want this they just don't know how to get it," I think to myself, running my hands down my blue sundress to remove all the wrinkles. My hands stop just above my legs, the dress is very short, I made sure of that. I put my hands on my hips making sure they look alright. He's back from school for only one weekend, I need to make sure everything is perfect. Keys rattle as the door opens, "M...