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Tuesday, December 30, 2014

Supergirl, Whining



Supergirl, Whining
by CreamyLady
cowritten by Skibum

Okay, this absolutely sucks. I have got this HUGE zit, right in the middle of my forehead, and another on my chin, and I’m supposed to go to a party with this guy and this is just so FUCKING typical!

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Merry Christmas!

Hi gang,

Well, that was the final story in this set. I hope you enjoyed them all. Merry Christmas!

Kara

The Elf Who Shagged Me

The 12 Days Before Christmas, Story 12



The Elf Who Shagged Me
by FiveWolves

There's a lot of build up here -- the sex doesn't get started for a while.

***

"I'm not doing it, Louie."

"Aw, come on, Tina. It's funny."

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Hell: We Can Damn You Wholesale

The 12 Days Before Christmas, Story 10



Hell: We Can Damn You Wholesale

by Falcinator
Author's note:

This is very silly, doesn't contain a whole lot of sex and is certain to offend a great deal of people who make the mistake of taking it seriously.

Very fun to write, though :)


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When Aziferal walked into Hermanarz' office his boss was pistoning into the new secretary, who was bent over the desk while her boss used her waist-length hair like a rodeo rider uses reins.

Monday, December 22, 2014

Santa Max

The 12 Days Before Christmas, Story 09



Santa Max
by MsLoveLee

This move was a big step for me. After being married for thirty years I finally had my kids raised and was left without a life, neither personal, professional, nor sexual as we'd been living apart in the same house for two years. I finally made the decision to leave and make my own way again. Needless to say, much was my own fault as I tolerated the neglect and did so from personal fears and the loathing to be on my own with two kids, but none the less, as I approached my thirty year anniversary I kept asking myself, "Do you want another thirty years like this?" and the answer came back every time as "fuck no!".

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Out of the Claus-et

The 12 Days Before Christmas, Story 07



Out of the Claus-et
By Anna_Malia75

Copyright 2007 Anna_Malia75.

Damn it to hell, it was Christmas Eve. I was curled up in my favorite chair listening to Bruce laugh his way through "Santa Claus is Coming to Town" while I sip my second glass of Shiraz – could it get any better than this? Of course it fucking could. For one thing, Stephen could have not been assigned as first officer on a three-day to Australia. And for another, he could have fucking taken me with him, the asshole.

Thursday, December 18, 2014

I Saw Mommy

The 12 Days Before Christmas, Story 05



I Saw Mommy
by Massageguy

His plan was devious, but also brilliant. Ever since he and his sister were kids, their father had dressed up as Santa Claus on Christmas Eve, so that if the children got too curious and snuck downstairs, they would see St. Nicholas himself placing presents under the tree.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

What Came Down Sara's Chimney

The 12 Days Before Christmas, Story 04



What Came Down Sara's Chimney
by mrjones502003

Santa slid down the chimney at 82 Parkside Lane at approximately 1:52 AM EST December 25th, and walked right into her trap.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

The Bag

The 12 Days Before Christmas, Story 03


The Bag
by Flashlight7.5

“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” Donna said as she peered through the windshield of the Pathfinder into the black night that swallowed State Road 13. Thick, wet snow smacked the glass. The wipers, still in need of changing, squeaked as they did their best to hang onto their jobs. “It’s like…fucking Alaska out here.” She brushed her dark brown hair back to the sides of her stocking cap and squinted her eyes to make out the fog line on the side of the road.

Monday, December 15, 2014

Mrs. Claus is Coming to Town

The 12 Days Before Christmas, Story 02



Mrs. Claus is Coming to Town
by Aaron Traugott

I'd thought I'd share with everyone why adults, not just children, should be good all year round, and to believe in the magic of Christmas. Since I was a little boy, I've always believed in Santa Claus, flying reindeer, the whole ten yards. I loved the Christmas concepts of love, family and giving. As I got older and I was told there was no Santa, I refused to believe it. Such was the hold Christmas had on me. Sure I knew my parents left me presents under the tree every year, instead of jolly old St. Nick, but maybe that's because I didn't truly deserve them yet. Or maybe since my parents bought me so much, Santa didn't see the need to visit my house.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

White Christmas

The 12 Days Before Christmas, Story 01


White Christmas
by Chris3798

I followed Darcy down my apartment building's hallway, her hand tugging at mine as we walked, urging me to speed up. My eyes were glued to her gorgeous, gently swaying ass as she trotted along. She had on a formfitting coat that went down to her knees, and her legs were bare past that. She must have been wearing a skirt beneath the coat. She hadn't taken it off since we'd been together today.

Saturday, December 13, 2014

The 12 Days Before Christmas introduction

Hi gang,

I'm working on an idea I had while in the shower the other day. There's something about hot, soapy water cascading over my nude body that really encourages new ideas in me!

Starting tomorrow I plan on posting both a new Christmas themed story as well as a Christmas themed main photo each day before Christmas. I hope I can pull this off but my schedule can get wacky really quickly so I need your well wishes to help make it happen.

See you tomorrow!

Kara

Friday cleavage on Saturday afternoon for December 13, 2014

Hi gang,

Sorry I'm late. Here is a nice series to get you through the weekend. Happy 12/13/14!!



Sunday, November 30, 2014

A Hand with That Hard-on



A Hand with That Hard-on
by formaze

(A Beth and Ken adventure 02)

Jill wants help with photos.

My wife, Beth, had given me a BJ a couple weeks before while her friends Jill and Lilly looked on. Since the experience I'd been beside myself but my wife gave no indication that it would ever happen again. It seemed to be one of those things that chicks just do and erase from their memory.

Another week went by, then another and I learned not to talk about it. Smile and jack off when things weren't hot between the two of us maybe but I knew not to make too much of my luck.

Beth stepped out into the garage one evening as I was cleaning the glove box of my car. She looked over my shoulder and held her hand on my ass in a not so suggestive manner but none the less the warmth gave me that familiar sensation and my cock started to grow hard.

"Hey," she said. "Do you think Jill looks good?"

A Surprising BJ


A Surprising BJ
by formaze

(A Beth and Ken adventure 01)

Jill and her friend come to visit.

My wife, Beth, had been telling me all week how she'd be giving me a blow job when we had a break over the weekend. Things had been busy and our chances to get together hadn't been coming together for a few weeks so her prompting had me more than ready. In fact I was so horny it was nuts. So I was not at all pleased when Saturday morning came around and Beth's friend Jill and Jill's friend Lilly came over.

"Cool," Beth said meeting them at the door. "Nice of you two to drop in."

Saturday, November 29, 2014

Small Business Saturday vignettes

I’ve got a party tonight to prepare for and my new stockings have a run in them right out of the package so heigh ho, heigh ho, it’s off to the store I go.

These vignettes are just my tip of the hat to Small Business Saturday which is today. Enjoy!

Kara

Thursday, November 27, 2014

Bosom Buddies Chapter 03



Bosom Buddies Chapter 03
by Kenneth Pierce

Feel free to repost this story anywhere you like--all I ask is that you please include a link to my email address so that I can receive reader feedback: k.pierceerotica@yahoo.com
                                                               
I heard the shower running upstairs, and the muted music of Elizabeth’s sweet voice singing “Somewhere Over the Rainbow.” I briefly enjoyed the mental image of her belting out those high notes into the detachable nozzle, oblivious to the spray of hot water cascading down her beautiful breasts. Water droplets clinging to her wine-dark nipples…

My thanks giving 2014



I’m sappy and I know it. So here’s my Hallmark Card for Thanksgiving, Kara style:

What am I thankful for?
My daughter: there are no words to fully express how much I love her.
My husband: my lover, my partner in crime, my rock.
Happy heat noises from my home heater for when I come home from driving in the snow.
Warm clothing that I can choose to wear….or not!
The purr of my cat beside me as I write.
Chocolate!
Money for buying things we need and for saving towards things we want.
Jobs that give us money!
All the finches that eagerly wait for my morning filling of the feeders.
Sex in all its permutations, for orgasms and ejaculations and hot, sweaty people crying out in ecstasy.
For Victoria’s Secrets and Frederick’s of Hollywood and Agent Provocateur and Wicked Weasel.
For porn stars, male and female. For Rocco Siffredi and Peter North and Arnold Schwartzenpecker and Johnny Fender and Richard Moulton and Keiran Lee and Lexington Steele. For Sarah Young and Sienna West and Sophie Dee and Sasha Grey and Ashley Long and Rayveness and Annie Sprinkle and Marilyn Chambers and Ashlyn Gere. And for all the rest that are far too numerous to individually thank.
For fantasy stories to fill our minds with unbelievable desire for the outré and outlandish.
For blogs about sex and gardening and sex and food and sex and clothing and sex!
For my authors and my readers on Chesttalk.
Thank you all.

Friday, November 21, 2014

Friday afternoon cleavage for November 21, 2014


Bosom Buddies Chapter 02



Bosom Buddies Chapter 02
by Kenneth Pierce

Feel free to repost this story anywhere you like--all I ask is that you please include a link to my email address so that I can receive reader feedback: k.pierceerotica@yahoo.com

Turned out my last thought had proven correct: Stephanie kept our little dalliance a secret from everyone, even her BFF, Elizabeth. Was it shame? Or was she just concerned about upsetting the apple cart? In any case, much as I wanted us to, Steph and I didn’t have the lust-filled reunion I had hoped for after I got out of the hospital. It drove me nuts.

Thursday, November 6, 2014

Bosom Buddies Chapter 01


Bosom Buddies Chapter 01
by Kenneth Pierce

Feel free to repost this story anywhere you like--all I ask is that you please include a link to my email address so that I can receive reader feedback: k.pierceerotica@yahoo.com

I turned eighteen a month into my senior year of high school. Skinny, shy, good at math; I was last pick for the basketball team and last pick for the opposite sex. But by Christmas, I had gone from being terrified of girls to living the cliché as the official “sexually non-threatening platonic guy friend” of the five hottest chicks in school.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

The Bra Salesman Chapter 05


The Bra Salesman Chapter 05
by bobrobertson©

Thanks to all who have written, commented, and voted. This took me a little longer than I thought to complete, since I decided to split the next story into two chapters (this and the next one). I hope it'll be worth the wait! :)

Chapter 5: Three's a Crowd

"Just hear me out, John. I promise I can make this work. You just need to..."

"Goddamnit, I said no!" Jesus Christ, Dave, you ought to be down on your fucking hands and knees in gratitude for ignoring my better judgment and agreeing to let you come back to Tasha's for another night and not throwing your sorry ass out of this whole scheme. But I swear if you keep asking me about that stupid fucking duffel bag you're carrying, I'm going to rip it from your hairy-knuckled hands and knock you across your head in with it.

Friday, September 19, 2014

The Bra Salesman Chapter 04


The Bra Salesman Chapter 04
by bobrobertson©

Chapter 4: The More, the Merrier

Tasha is straddling me, naked and rhythmically bouncing up and down as fast as she can on top of my extremely thankful cock, as I stare at her glorious 48-inch breasts wildly bouncing in front of me with spellbinding magnificence. I've been doing this every night for the past three nights, and there was a tiny part in the back of my brain that wondered if I would ever get tired of this. But watching her amazingly beautiful tits thrash in front of me as her tight, muscular cunt holds my erect eager-to-cum dick firmly inside her, I realized that I would have to be out of my fucking mind to ever get weary of this.

Thursday, September 11, 2014

The Bra Salesman Chapter 03


The Bra Salesman Chapter 03
by bobrobertson©

***The thank-you I had included in my previous story didn't make it (probably user error), so I just wanted to say thank you to everyone who commented and emailed me. I appreciate the support, and I hope you all enjoy the continued stories! :)***

Chapter 3: Practice Makes Perfect

"Hey there, Albert! Come on in!" Tasha greets me at the door with one of the loveliest, most friendly smiles I've ever seen. It's the kind of smile that seems to have its own source of light, glowing with the warmth of such pure generosity that it changes the entire dynamic of....

Ok, truth be known, I am only assuming that's what her smile looks like. I have no fucking idea what she is doing with her face right now because I am too mesmerized by what she's wearing. And what is covering her naked, perfectly-curved busty body is a barely-clasped translucent robe that just touches the tops of her thighs and nothing else.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

The Bra Salesman Chapter 02


The Bra Salesman Chapter 02
by bobrobertson©

Part 2: The Importance of Exercise

I cannot tell you how glad I am to get out of work today. I had to sit through two moronically pointless meetings today, and now I'm that much farther behind in what I have to get done even after putting in an extra hour today. All I need at this moment is to find a seat at the bar of my favorite drinking hole and get a scotch before heading home.

I am so drained, and not just from work. I broke up with my girlfriend last week, and I'm starting to reach that point where I'm second-guessing myself, wondering if maybe I'm a fucking idiot for dumping her. She wasn't the problem, it was me. I know people say that even when they think the other person was a total psychopath and it was totally their fault, but that's not what I mean. I was the problem. I mean, sure, we had been fighting some lately, but that's not why I finally ended it.

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

My own story?


Hi gang,

Well, I’ve been encouraged to write my own story for inclusion here on our blog. I’m not a writer, more of an editor really. I’m afraid my own talents would pale in comparison to some of the lights of the erotic world that we have here.

We’ll see.

Kara

Tuesday, September 2, 2014

A comment about my purpose here


Anonymous wrote:
Thank you! Good read, I've been hoping you'd update this blog again sometime with a new story. Is this part of a series? If so, I'd like to see the rest of it. Hopefully you've got enough new stuff for a couple updates. It'd be sad to see the front page go silent like it did before.”

First off, I'm glad you enjoyed it. Yes, it’s part of a series and I do plan on posting more in that series.

Second, I will update the stories when, or if, I find stories worthy to be on here. I don't want to just duplicate Literotica or Lush or any other site's stories that have the search terms "big boobs" in them. As I’ve said before, quality not quantity.

Third, this blog is not my life. I saved it last year because I loved the stories and didn’t want them to just vanish and didn’t know they were in readily accessible form elsewhere.

Here’s some of the things you don’t know about me. I’m married; my husband works from home and is here all the time. He’s recently been hired full time and so we can stop the consultant merry-go-round that we’ve been on for several years now. But his new job is in IT and his days now run 12 to 14 hours every weekday and some weekends as well.

I quit work when my daughter was born because I was earning enough to pay for day care and that’s just stupid, in my opinion. So I’ve been the traditional stay-at-home Mom who looked after three kids, two not my own, volunteered at each of her schools, ran two Girl Scout troops, and now takes full time care of my daughter.

Speaking of my daughter, she’s home all the time also due to a chronic illness, tutors come several times a week for her. So my free time is neither frequent nor dependable since I spend as much time with her as I possibly can and still do the usual housework. I’ve learned to not fret over a messy house but to just focus on keeping a clean kitchen and bath and do the rest as time and energy permits.

Neither of them knows of this blog and I’m sure my husband would not approve. I’ve raised my daughter to be self-reliant and although I know she’s not had any sexual relationships I feel confident that she would understand what I am trying to do here.

You might ask what am I trying to do with a blog specifically about big breasts and oral/vaginal/anal/Lesbian/straight/incest (did that cover everything here?) sex and I think that’s a fair question.

These stories get me hot, make me horny, make me want to masturbate until I fall back against the sofa slick with sweat and panting, hoping that my sleeping husband and daughter who are two rooms away haven’t heard me. They seize my mind in places that set fire to my thoughts, thoughts that I cannot bring into my reality. They ignite my fantasy world and allow me a safe outlet for so many of my wants and desires.

I hope they do that for others as well. I took over this blog with the intent of making this a safe place to see those fantasies in print and to share with others. I don’t get paid, I don’t write them so I have no ego to stroke, I don’t look for constructive criticism so I can do things better. I really just saw this as a place I could be myself without all the stuff I usually have to deal with. A fine and private place, to quote Peter Beagle. Even a secret identity of sorts.

I do appreciate your comments, Anonymous. If anything they make me more aware of my readership and what pleases them. I will honestly try to be more of a presence here but I cannot promise a flood of stories like may have occurred in the past. If any of you have serious concerns, please write to me directly and we can talk.

So, there you have my rant for early September. Keep those cards and letters coming!

Kara

Sunday, August 31, 2014

The Bra Salesman Chapter 01


The Bra Salesman Chapter 01
by bobrobertson©

Goddamn, I hate this. Another ridiculous argument with my girlfriend last night and here I am in the lingerie section of a department store trying to find some cutesy undergarment to make amends. Don't even ask me what the argument was about, because it's been one long continuous problem about the same crap for the past two months. I keep telling myself that this phase will pass, but it doesn't seem to be getting any better. But I do really like her, so I'll go ahead and stand here in an aisle of frilly bras and see if I can find something that will turn our relationship around.

"Excuse me, do you work here?" I hear the squeaky voice behind me ask. I roll my eyes and take a deep breath. I mean, Jesus Christ, just because I'm wearing a button-up shirt doesn't make me some fucking sales clerk.

I sigh in exasperation and start turning around, "Lady, do I LOOK like a..." but I can't think of anything else to say once I catch sight of the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen in my life. She has blonde hair wrapped up in a short pony tail, deep green eyes peering out from behind a pair of thick glasses, thick lips, long legs, and dressed in jeans shorts and a blouse.