My name is Rebecca Davis, formerly known as Tabitha. My first job after graduating high school was delivering part time for Pizza Hut. Mom wanted me to go to college, of course, but I wasn't certain I really wanted to. I know people who had gone thousands in debt to go to college and had to take second jobs to help pay it off because they couldn't get jobs...
This is written for my friend Penny. My name is Rae. I'm a 38 year old brunette bi lady. I'd be what you'd call a smaller sized BBW. Not a stick figure but not quite a BBW. Let's just say I'm voluptuous. I first laid my eyes on Penny when I went to her home to discuss some business with her husband. He offered me coffee and went to make it. I could see t...
5 Days Earlier Jason awoke with a start, immediately suspicious. He didn't remember much of the dream, but what he did remember put him on guard. He needn't have worried. Jason was still under the covers, and seemingly unmolested. Pearl, or rather the lump of blankets that represented her, was in the same position he'd remembered from the night before, sno...
Meet Babette Grissom, also known as Granny Babette, a sixty-year-old black woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. At first glance, Granny Babette looks like any of the charming old ladies you might run into your local black church. She's lovely, friendly, well-dressed, and deeply concerned about her community. Granny Babette doesn't have a family, so c...
My first full year of college was over with and I found myself driving to my grandparents for the summer. The 'conversation' I had a day earlier with my folks was fresh in my mind... reminding me why I was making this drive. I could still hear my mother's condescending voice, "Nathan... NO your name is NOT Nancy! Your name YOUNG MAN is Nathan. I didn't car...
Drummer Boy: Bat Out of Hell II: Back to Hell Hi again, folks, Lady D here! This section took a lot longer to finish than I expected. Like all the other parts, I wrote it over a year ago in February. When I got around to it this January, I didn't like it, so I threw it in the swamp, and rewrote it. That version sucked less, but it still sucked, so I thre...
Drummer Boy: Bat Out of Hell II: Back to Hell Hello, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the antepenultimate chapter of the Back to Hell! I was just going to use the word 'pen-penultimate' up there, but 1) research is fun, and I like the word 'antepenultimate', and 2) 'pen-pen'-ultimate might confuse those Evangelion fans who read this and expect a hot...
Drummer Boy: Bat Out of Hell II: Back to Hell Hello, gents and ladies! Back on my BS with another Lady D joint! Yeah, boyyyyyyy! (This concludes my state-mandated Flavor Flav reference for the year. Texas has some weird laws.) We're almost done with this field trip to good old Tarterus. Two parts remain, but I'm taking the rest of the month off to do a p...
[I have a custom when I'm editing a Final Draft. I will purchase a rotisserie chicken from HEB, for my own personal consumption. Since it's a reward, neither the kids nor my spouse get to have any. I will eat my giant chicken, while editing my story, and when I'm finished, submit the story for publication on the site. This Final Draft required two entire ro...
"Granny Babette, I swear, this porno magazine isn't mine," Lucien Augustin said, and the big and tall young Haitian man looked at the tall, curvy older Black woman with a rather sheepish grin. Lucien Augustin, a first-year student at Algonquin College, had been attending the same predominantly Black church in Vanier, Ontario, his whole life. He was well acqu...