Each red light felt like a countdown, amplifying the tension coiling in my gut. Bronson Riddick had called, he wanted to meet me at La Verité, a high-end restaurant in the heart of the city, and against my better judgment, I was on my way. Part of me clung to a desperate hope that maybe he would consider forgiving my gambling debt, but I knew that was a long shot. After finding a spot in the crowded parking lot, I turned...

Sarah McMurchy is my rock, the one who knows all my secrets and still loves me for them. She has this easy grace about her, with her blonde hair always perfectly styled and those deep brown eyes that seemed to understand everything without a word. Her frame is delicate compared to mine—slimmer, with a petite build that contrasted sharply with my thicker thighs and fuller curves. But what she lacked in physical bulk, she m...

Driving to Jay's seaside apartment, I felt a familiar excitement bubbling up inside me. The route is a blend of winding roads and picturesque views that never fail to captivate me, no matter how many times I make the drive. Each turn seems to bring me closer to the comfort and warmth of his place. I adore these afternoons spent together, they’re a cherished escape from the daily grind, a chance to just be and savour the s...

My name is Ashley Rockford. Standing at 5’8” and weighing 210 pounds, I’m a woman with a presence. I carry my weight mostly in my thighs and ass and my oversized chest. A lot of women look at me and I can see the jealousy in the way they look at my stomach and the way it stays flat while most of my weight goes to my thighs in my ass. At the young age of twenty-eight, my skin is smooth with just a very light dusting of cel...