Becky lugged her gym bag casually over her shoulder as she shuffled into the gym, heading directly toward the free weights in the back. Some of the trainers waved hello and she exchanged high-fives with a couple. Although she had fought her weight a bit over the years, a set of perpetual crash diets and exercise had molded her to a full, tight finish. From h...
When I told you about my slave shopping Saturday (see Alex Goes Slave Shopping), I mentioned a little about Abigail and Tommie's wedding. I thought you might lie to know a little bit more about our customs and traditions here on the Lemon planet. Well, like everywhere, people get married when they love each other, want to be together, and want the world to...
We be getting all kinds of freaky in the hood! Most folks don't know about our shit and that's the way we want to keep it. The hood is full of freaks. Men and women who do all kinds of things. Men and women who are the world's most prominent sexual dynamos and freaks. They get down in ways normal folks cannot fathom. The truth is that a lot of people from th...
The name is Ashley Michelle Blackstone. I'm a young black woman living in Brockton, Massachusetts. I attend Commonwealth Tech, a private school located in Bean Town and currently major in Business Administration. Someday, I'm going to be a big-shot businessman. Yeah, that's my dream. Until then, I'm earning a living in the world's oldest profession. Yes, I a...
"Let's see it then!" Natalie, or Natalya as she is called in the WWE, shouted in challenge as she climbed through the ropes of the ring with purpose, her voice echoing through the empty Performance Center. "What are you even talking about, Natty?" Called back Natalya's tag team partner, Beth Kocianski, known on TV as Beth Phoenix. "I heard what you said t...
I show up in high-waisted jeans and a cropped white blouse with a plunging neckline, an outfit designed to capitalize on my big, curvy body. She's already found us a place to sit, and she's bought coffees. When I get to the table, she gets up and gives me a hug. She looks hot. Zipper boots, high-waisted slacks that look painted onto her thickish legs, and...
Ashley could hardly believe it. She was sitting backstage in the Greensboro Coliseum, her slim and waifish figure outlined by bright bulbs on the mirror. Perched on a stool, she was waiting for her hero -- Sigrid. "The Norse Ladykiller." "Barbarian Queen." "Lady Viking." "Huntress." No matter what name she'd wrestled under, Ashley had followed her career eve...
Wouldn't the world be better if people went around without labels? That's one of the viewpoints I wish more people would embrace. My name is Emily Petit-Jean. I'm a young Black woman of Haitian descent living in the city of Toronto, Ontario. I'm a student at the University of Toronto, majoring in Business Administration. I hold an Associate's Degree in Nursi...
Publication of any and all trademarks contained herein are not authorized by, associated with, nor sponsored by the trademark owners. ~~~ "But Mommy? Are you sure Santa's coming this year?" Tia Dickinson looked down at her six year-old son, Brandon. Though several inches of snow were thick on the ground, the early morning Denver sun shone in through the w...
Mary the referee went to center ring and waved her arms to get everyone's attention. "A request has been made by the audience to add some more excitement to the match. Rather than just a straight pin, some of the ladies and gentlemen would like to see a face sit pin for five seconds, shoulder blades flat, one girls crotch on the others' face for a full fiv...