In my second year of college, I drove down to a three day outdoor music festival with a few of my friends. It was the kind of festival where you "camp" in a field next to 100,000 other people and look at half-naked girls and do all the drugs you can find. The festival lineup skewed pretty heavily towards "hippie," but there were a few hip hop and electronic...
My name is Rosie Brown Saint Germain. Friends call me Big Rosie, for reasons that will soon become obvious to you people. I am a big and tall, busty and big-bottomed young black woman of Haitian origin living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Unlike most of the big women out there, I got no issue with my body. I totally love every inch of it. I stand f...
I work in an office building downtown. They're building a new parking garage next door, so I have to park at the end of the block and walk past the construction site to get to and from work every day. The first level of the garage will be underground, so the men are a good 10 or 12 feet below me as I walk by and can look right up my skirt. I love the shouts...
Walking out of the bar helped to clear my head. The night air was cool and dry. There was western pop music drifting around us. It wasn't the alcohol that had made me feel light headed. Well, at least it wasn't just the alcohol. She was so damn strange and nothing about tonight had gone the way I had supposed the evening would go. And now I was walking down...
How To Pick the Perfect Pooch. So you want to buy a dog, but you don't know which kind of dog to buy? Well, you've opened up the right story. It's good that you didn't open up a story of romance and intrigue. Yeah, it may have entertained you, but you'd still wonder which dog to buy after you read the story, whereas after reading this story, you'll at least...
Walking into the club on this cool Friday night, I made my way over to the bar. Terese was on tonight, so I knew that I would be up for good conversation tonight. Terese was one of the smarter barmaids that worked here, of the others, there was only one that wasn't cluey, just a tad ditzy, but still a damn good barmaid, her "Illusions, with a twist" were leg...
The sun rose over the town of Quartier Morin, about thirty miles from the major City of Cap-Haitien in North Haiti. It found Sebastien Renard in bed, sulking. The big and tall young Black man stirred restlessly. Another sleepless night. For the thousandth time he wondered what could have possessed his father, Boston Police sergeant Ernest Renard had left him...
My name is Melinda Janice Monteiro. My friends and family members call me M. J. Representing Brockton's south side. A big shout out to all my favourite people, you hear? Hi, bro. How's it going? How's the wife? Hi, dad. How's your health? Hi, mom. I took your advice and I'm having more fun now. Taking charge of things, just like you told me. Sorry if this tu...
Lying in bed, Mona Ismail cried herself to sleep. In her parents plush suburban townhouse in affluent Barrhaven, the young Lebanese Canadian Muslim woman bit her lip, thinking about what she lost. Every time Ismail Mona thought about her Somali Muslim ex-boyfriend Rashid Ali, her heart winced. In all her life, no one had ever loved Mona or made her feel the...
Talley James was a chameleon; from nine to five she was a regular working girl within the sheriff's department. Talley was the best researcher; she had a knack for finding the most hidden. One evening on her way from a convention in Chicago Talley was driving down interstate 25, hearing the sound of a police car pulling her over, she wondered what was going...