My name is Nicole Swanson. I'm a five-foot-ten, short-haired and golden-eyed, dark-skinned and voluptuous young Black woman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. The City of Champions. At least, that's what the locals call it. I call it Shit Hole, USA. I'm a woman who turned her sheer contempt for human beings into an asset. You see, I am a Professi...
Welcome to the League! Demi stood nervous in the dimly lit hallway of the arena. It had been nearly three months since her breakup and the subsequent lawsuit that costed her most of her fortune. With what little money she had left, she decided to hire a personal trainer in order to join an up incoming wrestling league called The Celebrity Wrestling Champion...
My name is John, I'm a 25-year-old guy who got my life ruined by a 19-year-old girl. Well, it first started when I became friends with this new girl at college. She was a super hot young girl, dressing like a barbie every day with pale smooth skin and a super pretty face. If I didn't know her before, I would have thought she's a supermodel or something. An...
I woke up Saturday morning and knew instantly that I had no choice but to go back to Shelby's house. I couldn't risk the humiliation the video and pictures would bring, and Shelby could complain, saying I refused to help with the project. So I treated the day normally and then left for Shelby's house a little before two. When I got there, Melissa opened the...
"As a point of fact, you three could never be good gamblers," I said in a somewhat flippant manner. "Dave, you are so full of bullshit, it's coming out your ears," responded Amy as she glared at me. I didn't come to their apartment looking for a fight. In fact, I wasn't planning to see them at all, but I had bumped into Janet at the front door; she was str...
His cell was pitch black and freezing. She had tossed him his clothes, but they had been cut open. He fastened them into a makeshift blanket, and huddled under them as he drifted to sleep on his cell floor. When he woke up, he was no longer in his cell. His clothes were no longer over him. He sat up, confused. Looking around, he noticed he was back in the...
It all started one night as I was chatting on line. I met Jennifer, who seemed to be pretty cool, so we chatted most of that night and into the next morning. As you can imagine, one topic of conversation turned into another and before long we were telling each other our deepest and darkest fantasies as well as fears. Jen's only true phobia was her chest. S...
The name is Stephen Hillman. I'm a big and tall young black man living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. And quite frankly this is the world according to me. People are what they are and there isn't much anyone can do about it. Seriously. I am forthrightly bisexual. Not much I can do about it but accept it. A lot of gay and bisexual people hide what th...
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...
Apologies for name confusion in part 1. In the earlier part of the story, the character Grant is sometimes mistakenly referred to as Clark. ***** I turned a lamp on in Ms. Jenna's room and looked around. On the walls were portraits, photographs mostly, of remarkable women in history. Athletes, academics, scientists, all proudly displayed. And above the bed...