The name is Jamal Stone. I'm a young black man living in the city of Great Barrington, Massachusetts, and I have an urgent story to share with all of you. It's the tale of my most glorious conquest. One so great that I absolutely must share it with the world. But please don't assume I'm just another young black guy on the make. I'm a student-athlete at the G...
I was looking for a job in my particular field when my cousin who works in the movie industry said she could get me work as a production assistant on a movie for a couple of months. Well that would give me something to add to my resume and kill a couple of months so I went. I met one of the producers and he was surprised to have a 40 year old guy want the j...
I was hot and thirsty, the A/C in my old truck was not keeping up with the North Carolina summer. I saw a small town ahead. I saw a tavern in the strip mall so I thought, Hey! A cold, cold beer would taste pretty damned good about now. I pulled in and found a parking place. I walked in the bar. Nice and cool. I found an empty spot at the bar and ordered a...
Once, an admiring gym-goer had commented, a little tactlessly, that Megan was "as strong as an ox." Megan had taken it as a compliment, however, in the spirit it was intended, because she'd just hit a new one-rep max for her squats – much more weight than the awestruck guy could handle, at his stage of progress. She loved being strong, and she loved that ot...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the persons, wrestlers, events, promotions etc depicted within. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence....
We met on a blind date at a local sports bar. Tina, one of my co-workers, set it up. Her name is Cindy and she is cute and tiny, about 5 -- 1 or 5 -2 tops. Very cute, in fact, and confident. She smiled and reached out for a handshake. Wow, very firm. I think I winced and I saw her smile just then. We chatted for a while; she told me about her job at the g...
June 1991 Two days later Marcus came back to her house. First, they wound up in the kitchen. He stood in the middle of the room, facing the windows. Gail hung onto his neck, her feet off the ground, her muscular legs straddled tightly around him. He supported her by holding her booty. After guiding his long manhood into her pussy he started pumping fast,...
Gretchen Thompkins lay awake in her bed. She was alone, reflecting over her day even as she anticipated good times at the upcoming Louisiana Harvest Dance, a fixture in small communities of the antebellum South. Like her neighbor Annie Leone, Gretchen was a big farm girl, just shy of six feet tall, with thick thighs and burnished blonde hair that trended a...
Chapter Six Pynchon - 3752 C.E. The small craft of which Colonel Vashti was the pilot weaved in and out of the relentless barrage of hostile laser fire that streamed towards her from the approaching fighter jets. The moment she failed to avoid being hit would be the moment when her craft would be no more and her mission terminated. Although her firepower wa...
Jenny's Holiday Income: The Last Match After to job to a bunch of impossibly tough opponents, I received a call from Jeremy in Pennsylvania; he ran a rather large womens wrestling league out of Pittsburg. It was a little out of our way but since I was Jenny's manager/boyfriend he needed an experienced free agent for a main event. Jeremy and I go way back to...