The name is Damon Etienne. Formerly of the Democratic Republic of Haiti. Formerly of the University of Notre Dame. Currently of Saint Joseph College in Dayton, Ohio. Who am I? A world-famous black man. College student. Adventurer. Erotica writer. Trickster. Seducer. Legendary Bully of Big Beautiful Women. What is my occupation? I am an Ass Stretcher. I hope...
I know everyone has their Christmas rituals, reading A Christmas Carol or watching It's a Wonderful Life and so forth. Mine is reading the last few pages of The Great Gatsby, where Nick waxes nostalgic about the "thrilling returning trains of my youth". From the first time I read that, when I was a kid from the slums trying to fit in at my ritzy private scho...
You step through the maze of people. Your unremarkable shoulders bump into theirs as you try to head home after a long day at work. You are a twenty-five years old guy working at a rundown pizza joint. That one of your father's friends owns, Jake Johnson. He is a massive balding bully to everyone but the hot female workers. But his bullying antics always app...
You wake up, exited for the big day, but also worried about what you bully has in store for you. *Side note: This story is public, please feel free to add any chapters or storylines that you want.What's next? Last day of school! (Female bully) Sleep away camp (group of bullies) What's next? Last day of school! (Female bully) Sleep away camp (group of bul...
[This is my first solo story I've written, so it may take me a bit to get into the flow of things. This story was inspired by a fellow author on the site Grimbous, so apologies if there are some similarities, I wrote on one of his stories and hoped to continue with some ideas I had going forward there but I'll be making this into my own thing with its own fo...
When I went away to college I thought my days of being bullied were finally over. I was 19 years old, but only 5' 9" and 130 lbs I had pale blue eyes and bright blond hair which made me an easy target. In my first day of class I found out that my high school bully had followed me to college. Or rather I had followed him. He was a year older than me. He walke...
Brie was a beautiful young girl, but here in a dark basement with a gag in her mouth, clamps on her nipples, a hook in her ass, and analgesic cream burning her bald pussy she didn't feel very pretty. Claire, her mistress, had left her here for an hour as punishment for pushing her in front of Brie's friends. She bound her in this fashion and set it up so th...
Heads-up: it's Smokey BDSM time again. Clearly, you've clicked to read, and so—fair warning: this is intense. You've seen a number of elements like this in earlier stories of mine. But as always, the core story and plot are unique. Some of you will love it, some will not. And in both camps, you know who you are. Either way, this story is dedicated to anyone...
Gayle sat on the tattered couch, buffing her sharp nails in the seedy one bedroom brownstone apartment with Tasha, her three-year-old daughter. Their tiny living room was scattered with few toys, and the walls had brown paper sacks taped to the walls for the little one to draw on. The apartment reflected two things: love, and poverty. They had the space for...
And Julia sat in the chair, arms resting on the arm rest, her body controlled and warm in the shadow of the room. Her young lover relaxed and poised, his athletic body shaved and oiled. Julia sat and cast her eyes over the body she knew so well. The body that had revitalised her womanhood and rescued her from a stale marriage and an adulterous husband. She w...