I am a young Black man living in Boston. I grew up as a regular guy. By the time I was eighteen, I was over six feet tall and excelled at everything from basketball to football and wrestling. I was a pretty good student. My parents were hard-working poor black people and I wanted to make them proud by getting a good education and making something out of myse...
Alyssa may be in graduate school but she sure doesn't look like it. She is 5'4 150 lbs (curvy in all the right places) with a 38DD chest. She could easily pass for a young 18 even though her ID says 22. She constantly gets questioned about her life and her career aspirations, but she isn't really ready to grow up yet. A lot of the time Alyssa has people as...
In Yorkshire. England. In the summer of 2014. Emma's first time. It was Emma's 18th Birthday. The sun shone in a clear blue sky. Birds sang. Not a breath of wind. The heat was stifling, especially as we don't usually get hot days here in Yorkshire. There was a big marquee on the manor lawn. The rock band were doing sound checks. I was in a foul mood. I b...
Hello, there. My name is Stacy Jane Bourgeois. I've got a riddle for you. How does a chick who's fat, ugly in the face, has a huge plump ass and an aloof personality gets to become the most popular female on a college campus teeming with rich and sexy women? Who in hell would let her become so popular? Either it's an act of supernatural intervention or there...
At the age of 18 my best friend, John, lived across the road from me. I spent most of my free time at his house, since his mom worked all day and we could get up to all sorts of mischief. His step sister, Rozanne, was 21 and in her third year at university. She was a rather chubby girl with curly dark hair and often grumpy. She never had friends over, and sh...
Even though I've had a lot of friends in my lifetime, I've only had a handful of friends I really grew up with and ended up staying close to. Most of them were the kids of my parents' friends, with their daughters usually being friends with my sister and their sons usually being friends with me. Even so, I became friends with some of the girls as well, espec...
Chapter Two. Confessions. I really felt ashamed of myself. Here I was, a happily married respectable woman of 34 fantasizing about 2 old priests. I just couldn't help myself as I lay back on the bed imagining myself in school uniform being interviewed for some reason or other by the 2 old men. As I lay there, fully dressed with my skirt up, gently touchi...
Another boring day at Carleton University. The Capital of Canada can be a quirky environment. The only place on the planet earth where I can feel both invisible and the object of unsaid, unuttered hostility at the same time. Even on a campus teeming with East Indians, Arabs, Chinese and others among throngs of Caucasian students, being Black and male makes o...
This changing world that we live in never ceases to amaze me. And that's okay. You learn something new every bloody day. My name is Jennifer Rosier. A six-foot-one, curvaceous and big-bottomed Black woman of Haitian descent. I'm a big beautiful Black woman and I am proud. I weigh two hundred and sixty pounds and I love every inch of my big sexy body. I moved...
Author's Note: Although I have practiced writing stories many times in the past, this will be my first time posting one publicly. Please leave any comments or tips to give me a better understanding and improve my work. ***** Part One A Big Surprise James only lived a mile away from his girlfriend, Ashley, so during one of his regular jogs he decided...