My name is Jennifer Saint Hill. Just a tall, voluptuous young black woman living in the city of Boston, Massachusetts. I write this because I want to give thanks. I'm thankful for what I've got. The Good Lord gave me intelligent, health and good looks. He also gave me a wonderful family. I am grateful for my father, Franklin Saint Hill. He's a stocky black m...
I have always been as avid sports enthusiast. Besides enjoying the actual sporting events itself, it is a terrific place to see great looking men; Couldn't ask for a better place for a lady to be. When a group of friends suggested we attend our local hockey teams "Green ICE" game for ST Patrick's Day, I was all for the idea. In honor of the holiday, besides...
My name is James Jacob Slay. Friends call me J.J. I kind of like the nickname, so I don't bug them when they use it with me. What's today's topic of discussion? Simply me, myself and I. I have certain rather intimate confessions to make. In my former life, I was a bit of a snob. I was the editor of the world's most popular and well-read fashion magazine. I h...
"You're here to scout Richie Belton, aren't you?" I looked up from my notepad into the gorgeous blue eyes of a woman who couldn't be much older than 19. Her auburn hair was pinned up, but looked like it could be down to the middle of her back. She stood about 5'4'' with proud round tits that bulged forth through a tight sweater and a killer body poured into...
The soft thud on the roof was barely audible, yet it woke young Jason up with a fright. "What the??" he thought. "Shit! Someone's on the roof!" Grabbing his hockey stick as he leapt out of bed, Jason dashed to the window, his mind racing. "I'll deal with this burglar and show those arseholes that I'm no Mummy's Boy!" Jason was 18, lived at home with his...
I woke up on the morning of my 18th birthday in October 1996 expecting the boring day my birthday usually turned out to be. It was in the midst of my senior year of high school and I was still a rather shy boy of 5'8" tall and about 140 lbs...not a string bean but still pretty thin. I did have a rather nice member (if I do say so for myself) that was about 6...
What a waste of a good suit. Not that I hate my job, I'm actually glad to have it. I ignored my studies in college enough to make All-Conference in ice hockey three years in a row. Unfortunately that left me woefully unprepared for a real job, as all I knew was hockey. Being to small to earn a living playing (5 foot 10 and a buck sixty five) I was lucky eno...
Legal disclaimer time: The people in my story are totally made up and shouldn't have any resemblance to any current or past hockey player. Once again I'm developing characters and plot, so be patient and hang in there! * Song 2 java,I love java sweet and hot, Whoops, Mister Moto, I'm a coffee pot Shoot me the pot, and I'll pour me a shot, A cup, a cup,...
Co-ed Hockey: 2 Minutes For Misconduct I live in Canada, and like most Canadian males I love hockey. I like to watch it, talk about it, but most of all, I love to play it. I'm no professional, in fact, I'm more of an armchair athelete than anything, but to me nothing beats the rush I get when I'm gliding full speed on a sheet of ice. That's why when I heard...
Sometimes, I wonder why so many people seem to get such joy out of opposing the hard-working, determined high-achievers they encounter. I knew the answer to the question the moment I asked it of myself. Pretenders always hate the real thing. And they know it when they see it. My name is Stefan Brunswick. A young black man living in the city of Boston, Massac...