I've been getting to know to a young woman named Bridget. Things haven't been so good at home and I need an outlet. This sweet, petite girl who has dirty blonde hair and big boobs may be just perfect. We've been talking and going out here and there. Not only do I want to be a supportive friend, but I also may want more. (You want a lover, you want a friend...Baby I can be both of them.) By the way, I'm writing this pretty much as it happens, so I guess this is as much a journal as it is a story.
Jake was sitting around on his ass watching a Space Opera on his TV and then damned if he didn't get sucked up in a transporter beam and invited to join a mission. He wasn't exactly Fucked, but it was close enough.
Part of the Wisdom collection (4) Things go amiss, and doubts are raised about. well, quite a lot Frankly, this is a bit of a boys own adventure story, in a way. And not the sort of penetration you might expect, either. But it was fun to write
A Story in the BBW Appreciation Universe
It's the Mad Men-era 60s, and when the 8:40 to the suburbs breaks down, a commuter starts walking home. He finds a tiki bar hosted by a beautiful large Samoan bartendress, and he finds a lot that he's been missing in his life.
Libby pours out her dismay to her Mother about her new sex life. Married only three months, her virgin sex with her new handsome groom has totally bombed. Her Mother not only understands but also has lived a life of it. Her mind drifts back through the years and remembers what happened to her. Roslyn knows very well what it will take to liberate Libby...that Libby is not just vunerable, she might even be agreeable. All it would take is one little phone call. Would she? Could she?