My name is Jarvis Jay Brown. Friends call me J.J. Brown. I am the Pastor of the Bethsemane Seventh Day Adventist Church in the city of Brockton, in the state of Massachusetts. It's a small congregation located on Nellson Road in the South Side of Brockton. We're a very small church, with only about two hundred members, most of whom are either African-America...
My name is Sean Patterson Brown. I'm a big and tall young black man living in the city of Denver, Colorado. Many people can only dream of being wicked and getting away with it. I've done that. The bad stuff is addictive. And I got it all out of my system. Ever heard of focusing on the future? Well, that's what I'm doing right now. Where am I doing it? At the...
Ever since Lilly Gilt took over her family fashion company all her employees felt her iron and shallow grip. She embarked on a campaign against anyone who didn't appeal to her physical standards. The day after she took control of the company she immediately fired all the people she considered overweight. She refused to hire anyone over 130 pounds and refused...
On most afternoons, the hotel's rooftop pool was theirs for the taking. They didn't know what it was—the vertigo from being on the roof above the 34th floor; maybe the sun that was too bright by half on a cloudless July day in Manila—but whatever the reasons, swimmers and sunbathers stayed away. Bill and Helen never complained. Nor did they take sexual adva...
This story is for adults only (18 or 21, depending on the state) and is a complete work of fantasy. It does contain some kinky elements, but does not include stuff such as: domination, the words bitch, whore and slut, or nasty stuff such as shitting pissing, and all that other weird shit. If that's your thing don't read any further. If you don't like big boo...
After she and Melina had firmly strapped on their dildos Trish turned to her ex-girlfriend and said, "Mickie, get down on your knees here in front of me." Nodding her head softly in submission Mickie crawled on all fours to the bottom of the bed, got down onto the floor and positioned herself on her knees in front of her former lover. "Do you remember this...
A lot had happened in the last week to Master Sergeant Charles E. Cobb, USMC, ret. On 30 June 2002, he had retired from the Corps. He had sold his property near Camp Pendleton. Pulling a trailer with all his belongings, he had made it to Lewiston, Idaho in time to sell his car, bid for, and get, one of the school buses the school system disposed of annually....
My name is Alicia Joanna Silverman. I'm the Head Trainer of Secret Fat Camp in the city of Norwood, Massachusetts. It's a camp where big women who want to shed a few pounds can go. It's a nurturing yet challenging environment. I ought to know, I've been coming there for years. Now, I am in charge of it. It's my ship and I run it with a tight fist. Any fatt...
Bard stood at a fork in the road, lost in thought. Two wooden road signs before him read Darkwood Road and Gloomveil Road. Both sounded equally depressing and treacherous to the man. What moody bastard had thought up such welcoming names? Bard glanced back down the path he had just travelled but thought better of it. He was a thief on the run and would meet...
Leonard James "Buttweasel" Crabthorne was out on the prowl, and he was hungry for butt. Not a day went by when he didn't want to slip his crafty old sausage up some craven sphincter and today was no different. Wearing his best wig, a fine pair of stalking boots and a giant poncho, he was a visual education in magnificence. On entering his favorite drinking...