One early morning a few weeks ago, I was woken up by a call on my mobile phone. Half-asleep I picked it up and it barely registered that the caller was talking about being horny and whatever, so I let him ramble into my pillow while I kept dozing. When I started to wake up enough to get it, I put the phone down and when he kept ringing, I turned ( Read more... )

Once you go black, you'll never go back. She longs for her object of desire, craves it. The feeling in her mouth, firm but silken and moist, she knows it wil satisfy her. Her tongue instinctively wraps around the treat as it is offered. She's a slave for dark chocolate.

(Continued from hereBeing fat, you're subject to public scrutiny. Everybody can 'be concerned about your health' and tell you to lose weight, "just eat more and exercise less," or be generally impolite ("Yeah, shove another one in, why dontcha?") because being fat is perceived as your own damn fault. A minute on the lips, forever on the hips ( Read more... )

Regarding thisI am obese. I know. I should be doing something about it, but somehow I never manage to. When I am upset, I eat. When I am bored, I eat. I was ill as a child, got heavy medication and my mom fed me yoghurt drinks with loads of sugar in order to get something nutritious into my body. My meds tasted so disgusting that the only way to ( Read more... )

When I was in Japan, I once saw a contraption which essentially was a heart-shaped pillow with a phallic insert that vibrated. You could also take the insert out and use it on its own. This item was in a general store, near the entrance, and was advertised as a neck-massager. Neckpain to Japanese is what a headache is to Westerners, the result of a ( Read more... )