Love knows no boundaries of race, class or sex. Size should be no obstacle either. Where would so many of us be if it did? Not happy, that's for damn sure. The following tale is a love story. An actual love story taking place in the twenty first century. It involves two people who love each other very much, overcame many odds and in the end, made their relat...
While this story is the 8th installment of the series, it can easily stand alone. This specific chapter is dedicated to the readers who asked for more about Jackie. XxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxX While Jackie was best friends with Nina and Sarah, she was the least attached to the girls of the suite and known for marching to the beat of her own drum....
Hi again! This is my 2nd story and to be honest I was much encouraged that my 1st story was very high rated and it was (at least at the moment I wrote this one) within best 75 stories! Thank you all! Since I do not write in my language I had much help from my friend MirageLM who is an author in Literotica. He helped me much with my English as well as on how...
The morning talk radio blared as her alarm clock clicked over to on. Sarah lifted her sleepy head, shaking her brunette hair away from her beautiful green eyes, to read the time. It was7am and it came very early for her. The next two days were going to be very eventful. Sarah Lanzano was the captain of the cheer squad for the Topeka College basketball team,...
In the fall of 1974 Angie Tuttle was one of the biggest high school sensations in women's basketball who played for the largest prep school in Charlotte, NC. The 15 year old stand out was the only freshman playing on the girls' varsity squad. She stood only 5-1", and weighed just over 105 lbs. However, at the time there was no better ball hander in the state...
Isabel, the basketball team's trainer—though really just a second-year kinesiology student in charge of player injuries and rehab—tells me to strip naked. We're in the athletics doctor's office, which belongs to Isabel during the basketball season, and I'm standing in front of her in my street clothes, a school t-shirt and black skinny jeans over white jock...
Jeff hadn't always been an athlete. Hell three years ago, he had never played a sport outside of the mandatory minimum requirements of gym class. And Jeff had been average at best. He wasn't particularly coordinated. He wasn't particularly athletic. He wasn't particularly sports savvy. Jeff wasn't even particularly bigger than the rest of his peers. Jeff was...
Howdy, folks. The name is Kurt Lob. I'm a tall, good-looking, thirty-something black man living in Virginia. I'm the Athletic Director of Mason College, a private four-year college located near a small town of the same name in Eastern Virginia. The school only has two thousand students. The student body was sixty percent female and forty percent male when I...
Abdul Al-Haddad is the kind of guy who thinks he's all that just because he's a big and tall young Black Muslim man. He thinks he's the Big Man on the Carleton University campus in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. He's from the City of Mogadishu, Somalia, and has that All-Somali Swagger about him. He always wears a Black leather jacket with the Canad...
The name is James Vaucresson and I'm the self-proclaimed King of the Haitians down in my city. Why? Simply because I rule the place. Everybody does as I say and nobody messes with me. It's partly because of my charm and also because of who I am. The athlete who put the town on the map. A tall, good-looking, well-hung ( and proud of it) young black man living...