My name is Steven Atkinson and I am what you would call a valuable player. In every sense of the word. There are plenty of haters out there but I don't let them get the best of me. How many young black college men do you know can say the same? I must be one of a kind. Oh, well. I got to do my thing. No other way about it. The name of the game is anal sex. Wi...
This here is the story of Belle. A plain-faced, thick-bodied, wide-hipped, big-bottomed, blonde-haired, green-eyed, alabaster-skinned plumper from a small Iowa town. Belle had never been what anyone considered pretty. All her life, she'd been the fat chick who never gets to have any fun. The chubby loner. The lonely plumper. And many other fun euphemisms. On...
Do you know what it's like to have urges? Well, I do. I'm a man, damn it! The name is Jack, and I'm a Hacker. I hack into the computers and web spaces of rich people. I steal their money. I enjoy myself at their expense. Identity theft is my specialty. And I never get caught. I've made lots of money through hacking over the years. It allows me to finance mys...
There is no feeling quite like the one I get when I'm drilling my cock into the tight asshole of a big white woman. Which probably explains why I'm virtually addicted to it. Let's face it, the plump chicks in the hood are always acting bitchy because they desperately need some dick, preferably deep down where the sun doesn't shine, and they're not getting it...
After college, the woman of my dreams approaches me. She's Lynda Bree, the hottest & most popular woman on campus, and I'm the shortest, porkiest man in my class. "What could she possibly see in me?" I wondered. "Hey there, stud. Meet me here for some fun." She hands me a piece of paper. It has a heart border and smells like her perfume. The "o"s are hea...
The name is James Vaucresson and I'm the self-proclaimed King of the Haitians down in my city. Why? Simply because I rule the place. Everybody does as I say and nobody messes with me. It's partly because of my charm and also because of who I am. The athlete who put the town on the map. A tall, good-looking, well-hung ( and proud of it) young black man living...
"We're definitely being followed." The group I was part of had been exploring what appeared to be a spot where a portal to some other dimension had opened, connecting it to Earth. Something, it was suspected, had come through. I yanked out the binoculars. Pivoting, I put them to my eyes and looked back at the direction we had come from. "Two succubi, sir...
I took a sip of my Appletini, dancing in my seat at the bar to blaring dance music, watching men and women, masked and half-naked, grinding erotically on the strobe-lit dance floor. My girlfriend Velia, the naughty little thing that'd talked me into attending this swinger's club every month, was in the already in the Red Room, probably getting the brains fuc...
All the characters in this story are over the age of eighteen * Rory Gilmore looked at the inside of her notepad and went a light shade of red. Scrawled on the page was a heart, not a biological one, with arrows pointing to the aorta and the left ventricle, but the romantic one with a '4' in the middle and her and her lover's initials either side of it. Th...
They all ways called you slim ever sense you were young. They called you slim because you were well, slim. No one said they had imagination. You weigh around 125 pounds and are 5.9. Despite your size your all ways had a fantasy about bigger girls. You had magazines in your room called, smother, big ass, plumper etc. You love the idea of having a big ass sitt...