Firstly, Me. I am black, 6'2", and born October '78. One brother born June '80, and one sister born March 84. Think "Everybody Hates Chris", and you're 25% there.
I may from time to time mention someone in my life or from my past.
There are more than a few women, I was a bad boy, in every sense of the word. A few were a one time thing, some I hadn't slept with, but still meant something. A lot has changed over time, as expected. Here are a few people that contributed to that, in almost chronological order:
This will be continually updated with more details as time goes on.
Maz. The first truly older woman I had a crush on. She was 18, I was 3. She was girlfriend of one of my uncles.
Linzi. A blonde I haven't seen since I was 6 and she was 7. The first girl I had ever liked. But possibly the reason I'm not really into blondes.
Sue. Tall, slim brunette. I haven't seen her since I was 7, she was 11. I had the bigger crush on her. I don't think she knew I existed. I was friends with her older brother, and thought her much older sister was a model.
Em. I've known her all my school life, but not seen her since we left. She was the first girl to cause a physical reaction. It was unintentional, but it was noticed by many. She just giggled, but nothing was said about afterwards.
Bungle. The woman I've known since the day we started school together. I don't see much of her now. Known for her greatly generous proportions and a filthy mind after school. We haven't really spoken since her older brother got married. Her younger sister is my bros age, and there were rumours about the two of us for a while that drive us apart before we left school.
KD. We started primary school together. The first redhead I have ever known. She was horrible to me at first. But we got quite close by the end of primary school. I have seen her once since then, just in passing. She gave me a smile I will never forget. I think she might be the reason I like redheads.
Biscuit. Born around 89, I've know her since she was 2. She is my younger sister. She lived with Jez for a number of years when her family moved to Spain, as she didn't want to go. The two were close, and the both worked as JVCs carer. But Biscuit left Jez in 2020 to go live with her new best friend, Abs. Everyone thinks she has feelings for her, but she will neither confirm nor deny.
Stink. Known at school as BT (big tits) We have been friends since our teens and have always got on well. We are often on the same level, as crazy as each other. She is six month older, and her family are friends with mine. Even now we still holiday together. I approached her once in our earlier 20's with the intention to ask her out, but one of her close friends said something to her at the time that made my chicken out. I shouldn't have. I have since learned that if I acted then, I may have stood a chance. She is now married to JVC.
Jez. My closest female friend. My sister from another Mister. Stinks younger but much bustier sister. If you want to know if one of us likes something, ask the other... Our tastes are that similar. There was a time I considered asking her out, but there is no chance in hell I woukd risk that friendship. She and I will outlast any other relationship. Plus I recently discovered she asked my brother out. He declined. Simultaneously the stupidest and wisest decision he has ever made.
Jo. My fourth. FWB. Nymphomaniac. The daughter of a friend of my mother. Born early to mid 80s, the same age as my younger sister. She was everything, my perfect fit, with a huge drive, heart, and energy. And I fucked it up. I will likely never see her again.
Tash. The eldest daughter of another friend of my mother. This family lived a little further than I usually travel. I befriended the eldest son, but had a crush on his older sister. It wasn't until I realised how suggestive she was with me that I realised I had a chance and missed it. But from then on I was awoken.
Phee. A cousin, the second daughter of Maz. Now she is a fully grown woman who can't be bothered to contain her generous inherited assets. But when she was born, I was her favourite. The moment I held her was the moment I knew I wanted my own children.
N. My first. The ex wife. Ns family were close with Tash' family, which is how I came to know her. Her mother strongly suggested I get close to her, and we did very quickly. She was my first, but I was by no means hers. 2 years my junior, 6', slim, but full everywhere you want a woman to be full. She was a flirt and a tease until she had me. But once we got married, that changed for me, and continued for every other guy to the point, especially Paul 1, and two other guy. I rarely saw her towards the end.
Paul 1. I don't know if I have met this guy, I'm hoping it's not the same guy that was married to a cousin of mine. I discovered N would regularly meet with him. He seemed to be the one she met the most.
Abs. A mixed race girl about 10 years younger than me. We don't really know each other, but I remember the day I first saw her. I unintentionally followed this full figured woman on my way to see what I then learned was her dad.i found out at the same time that she was under 18, so I immediately forgot about her. Or so I thought. 3 or 4 years later I saw her again, walking past me a. Unber if times at some kind of event, and made up my mind to get to know her when I got the chance. What I didn't realize was that it was actually three different similar looking women that were walking by. They didn't know each other, but one was related to a friend I had at the time, and the other was KJ.
Abs herself came out as gay shortly after.
JVC. Disabled since his teens. Not a woman, but has affected the course of my love life. He is the bain of my life. But as I don't have many male friends, he is known as my closest one. He is not. Everyone sees him as gay, but he is in fact the most womanising person I have ever met. He once suggested in front of a group of women that I know too many women. I replied "Nowhere near as much as you!" To which his wife and all the women instantly laughed in agreement. He has never mentioned it since. He is often known a the man with the hareem. I have been married twice, and both of my wives prefer his company to the point where I am instantly dropped if he calls.
Madi. The second woman I have ever been with. She lived an hours train and and hours bus ride from me. She was a workmate, 6 years older than myself, and the only woman who worked at the same job. I often helped her out and I did not like the way she was treated at work. We got close fast as both of our marriages seemed to be failing at the same time. We shared too much. She is the single greatest sexual experience I have ever had. She left me dazed and stumbling home. I have been chasing that ever since.
Sidenote. Madi and Jo did not know each other, and lived nowhere near each other, but I found out some time later that they had both been with the same man besides me, Paul 2, a traffic warden that lived near where Jo worked, and worked near where Madi worked.
Paul 2. The traffic warden. He often passed where I worked. One day Madi caught his eye, and he persued her until he had her. This was after our time together. Madi once accompanied me on a delivery, and pointed out where he lived. It was right across from where Jo worked. One day, when picking Jo up from work, I mentioned the house. She then told me she used to look after his kids. She had a brief relationship with the guy there when his marriage ended. It was the same guy.
KY. My Third. A highly intelligent, very petite, young blonde who dated a friend of my brother's, ten years older than me. I don't remember when we met, it was the late 90s. She invited N and I for a drink one Friday night after worrk as I hadn't seen her in a while since she had broken up with my bros friend. N didn't want to come, so it was just KY and me. I met her ina pub, a guy was chatting her up at the bar, he ask her what drink she wanted, and when he bought it, I had just turned up and she gave it to me. I found that out when we sat down. We talked for a while and she told me she was staying at a friend's place as he was having a party, and she invited me. So I went, and text N where I was going. It rooms a while to get there as it's further than I usually travel. And when we arrived, the house was empty. Apparently the party was the night before and he had gone away for the weekend. So the two of us chatted and watch TV all night. I soon realized it was too late to go home, as no trains were running. KY invited me to stay the night and return home in the morning. I update N, who said nothing. Although it's something she had done many times, I never had before. KY had fallen asleep in my arms watching TV, and woke up at 3 am saying "I'm going to bed, are you coming?". Confused, I agreed and followed, and shared a bed with this strange woman. An hour had past where I barely slept, then a hand reached out and grabbed mine. A few minutes later it guided my under her clothes, then reached down to find my physical reaction poking her in the back. And with that, she purred, turned and kissed me with purpose. Until then I had no idea she wasn't a virgin. For someone so small she was certainly... Ahem... Spacious. I don't know if she felt any impact, but the noises and scratches on my neck and back suggested she seemed very pleased with the results.
She woke up late for work the next morning, and we took a taxi together as she worked near where I lived.
On my way home from the station, still very confused, I bumped into Madi, who lived nowhere near me. My life went downhill from there.
KJ. My fifth. A strange combination. The second woman to ruin my life, but I also ruined hers. Born in early '89, a 6' mixed race full figured woman. I met her through her fathers friend whos cousin was friends with my mother, when I was going thriugh my divorce with N. She is the only girl I have ever asked for the phone number of within minutes of meeting her. I fell in love with her very quickly, but she disappeared without a trace a couple of months later, saying nothing more than goodbye. It broke my heart. I still wasn't over her when I properly befriended Jo some months after that. The next time I heard from her was the day after my first time with Jo. Since then there was an awkward back and forth between the two. I told them both so that they could distance themselves from me, but that never stuck. KJ had impressive natural talent that put me to the test. Despite the fact that she keeps disappearing and reappearing in my life, we are still currently good friends. She is one of the few I can be open and honest with. And is still a weak spot for me.
Card. She was crazy, in the correct sense of the word. She lived 90 minutes away by train. I met her at a wedding, again, toward the end of my divorce. Her friend liked my bro, but accused him of something he isn't capable of. She and I got close though. Over time I found out she got committed when her baby didn't come to term. Her mother was extremely greatful that I was in her life. We unexpectedly became passionate when she visited me once, but for a 5'10 curvy girl, she was too tight to properly penetrate. After managing literally just the tip, she passed out. She had climaxed and fainted. I had never been so scared in my life. But whe. She came to, she told me what happened. It freaked me out. But then she became stalkery, which Jo found hilarious. At the time I had been made redundant, and sold a lot to keep me afloat. She turned up uninvited with an Xbox to replace the one I sold. I thanked her and told her I couldn't accept, but she wouldn't take no for an answer. She was eventually recommitted.
The last time I saw her, I was with Jean, and she just smiled and waved frantically at us.
Skater girl. Short but very generously proportioned BBW. Canadian / Italian, but local. And married. She is too intelligent and opinionated for me, yet we are often drawn to each other. We met online and realised we were in the same building when we were chatting. She worked there. We met up, she showed.me around, told me nothing would happen between us, and within five minutes went back on that statement. We were each others addictive forbidden fruit. We have not seen each other in years, but every few months we check on each other. The messages usually end up with one of us being pushed over the edge. If it's me, she likes to listen.
Wolfie. A few days older than me. We met online around 2010, but have never met in person. A very petite redhead, her physical description is my perfection. A strong, ex military mother of one. When we first spoke, we were open with her husband about our feelings for each other. He found it amusing, knowing we would never act on it. But he left her soon after their daughter was born. We tried long distance since then, but it didn't work out. Me, not her, she's perfect. I'm afraid no guy is getting in there now.
V. For those so inclined, so looks like Nyomi Banxxx, but a little younger and with more time in her hourglass figure. The policewoman that got away. I met her at a wedding I attended with my family and Jo's family. I saw two noisy women turn up late, and I rolled my eyes. I ended up talking to them at the reception. They were mother and daughter. Apparently my mother had met them the week before and told them about me. We got talking and clicked by the end of the night. I saw the mother two weeks later and asked to give my number to her daughter, who called me back as soon as she was free. We chatted, agreed to meet for a movie and a meal, and to my shock she planted a huge passionate kiss on me at the end of the night in her car while I was mid sentence. She said "Sorry" I said "Wow" with a huge smile, she smiled back and said "YES" and kissed me again. The next meeting, she cooked for me. We shopped first, and her mother disappeared upstairs. I have no idea how we managed conversation after dinner with her sitting on my lap, but I learned she was everything I wanted. The third meeting was our last though. I told her everything about me and my life, leaving nothing out. The night ended with us in the back seat if her car, with my fingers discovering just how much of a squirter she was. But the next day she told me that she appreciated my honesty, but just wanted to stay as friends. That broke me. The next time I saw her, she was married.
Nay. Met online. She and I went on one date. She then confessed she wasn't looking for a man, she just wanted a child, and was search for a black donor. She was nice, but not emotionally stable. I tried to reason with her as to whether or not she was talking the best course of action. She took offense and never spoke to me again except to send me pics of her with the guy she did find. She got her child.
Jones. BBW married mother of four. She wanted to broaden my horizons. We tried new things, all in one visit. She told her hubby a few weeks after our only meet. He was not happy. But soon after I received a message asking if her could watch us. I had reconnected with Jean by then, so it never happened.
Ginger. A BBW redhead I met online. Into bondage, but I still haven't tried it. We met once, but most touch soon after. I have never had anyone soak my sheet as much as her.
EJ. Submissive perfection. She lived in Leeds, quite far from me. Very slim and petite, and had three children. I have never been with someone so willing and eager to obey and please. But alarm bells rang as after a few weeks and two meets she was willing to put me before her children, who I had never met. I constantly try to convince myself I did the right thing. And I hate it.
Gigglepuss. This is another crazy girl, but on and off her meds. I met her online, and when we met, I knew I would never be rid of her. I have one major weakness, and OMG was that her biggest strength. Someone stronger than I needs to wife her soon. If they can cope with the crazy, they will not regret it.
Ray. A workmate. I have no idea how we came to be. We chatted a lot at work. Then one night we met at the cinema. She came back to mine afterwards, and things just happened. We both had a very good time. But because she was married with two boys, we never talked about it afterwards, and just drifted apart.
Jean. 2/4. My current wife. Known for her flowing blonde hair. And being mouthy. The only woman who's cherry I have taken. Disabled. Not gonna lie, somewhat of a bitch. I am her carer. She is 5 years younger than me. We met when she was 15, she was with her older sister at the time. Once she was old enough, we talked on and off for years. My brother and I became friends with her family, and we have been connected ever since. Madi and V said I mentioned her a lot, and that I should be with her. I liked her enough to tell her, so I did. And that was it.
Paul 3. By now I don't trust anyone with this name. Two days after I had popped Jeans Cherry, she dumped me for this guy she found in Facebook. I thought we had something special. She was with him for a month before she decided he was wrong for her. By then I was "with" Nay, and Jones soon after that.
Chal. 6' slim girl. For a short time she was Jeans best friend. They had planned to move to Spain together until she met a guy that ended the friendship. Once he was gone, the girls reconnected, and by the. Jean and I were dating. Chal was promiscuous, and tried to convince Jean to have a threesome. So Jean brought Chal to my flat one night for that reason, which I didn't know at the time. Jean change her mind when the time came. It's the closest I've ever got.
Moose. 1/4. Jeans older sister, my sister in law. They were together when we met. I liked what I saw. We exchanged numbers and texted every now and then. I sensed there was no interest there, but stayed friends.. little did I know that every now and then it was her younger siste I was texting. She has only ever dated once. He was married, but have her a daughter that he has never had anything to do with.
Sephie. Born 2005. Moose' daughter. The love of my life, and everyone knows it. My niece, but my surrogate daughter. Although she is slowly becoming Jean, and I see her mother and other aunts in her, and a little me, she is my sunshine. Home schooled and extremely socially anxious. I will kill anyone that hurts her. There is a reason this is in writing.
Smeg. 3/4. Jeans younger sister. We had a very brief thing for a while, before Jean, and after N. The family didn't know, as we didn't get that far, but Jo and Bungle did. I assumed she wasn't interested, but I found out later that I was used in an argument she had with Jean. If I knew she felt that way, I would have stayed. Also, Jo kinda liked her. That was my only possibility of an mff relationship, but I didn't know until it was way too late.
Jane. 4/4. The youngest sister. Scared of everything. Angry at everything, but not as much as Smeg. The three younger sisters are very much their mother, with the exception of Moose. Jean mostly so. Jane and I get on, but I think she secretly hates me. I sense she will need me in the near future though.
Feel free to ask any questions about anyone. But more details will be added when I need to add them.
