My name is Marvin James Brownstone. People call me Big Marvin because I'm a six-foot-one, 260-pound black man. I'm pretty in the face, though thick all over. I've always been a big and tall black man. I'm proud of my body, unlike lots of big folks who got self-esteem and body image issues. I'm healthy and I'm happy. What more could I want? There are certain...
Women have had different opinions of what makes the ideal man. Some prefer the "tall, dark, and handsome" classic; others are attracted to everything from blond surfers types with athletic bodies to mature "silver foxes," offering the potential for stability, muscular bodybuilders, and eye-catching ethnic men, just to name a few. Contrary to popular belief...
I was in my final year at college, and was about to start my final teaching practice. Unfortunately the school to which I was allocated was quite a long distance on the other side of the college from the accommodation where I shared with a group of other students, which meant that I would probably have to move into other accommodation for the duration of the...
I don't often write true tales because real life, at least my real life, is not as exciting (or horrendous, depending on your point of view) as the stories I write. But a reader asked me if I had any real experiences to relate. My first inclination was to refuse, but there was one incident, now sufficiently dated that I feel comfortable writing about it. It'...
Ginnie leaned forward, placed her elbow on table, and gently placed her chin in the cup of her hand. The V of her blouse intentionally gaped. She watched his eyes. They were focused on her exposed cleavage. That satisfied her. Ginnie delighted in the tease. She nonchalantly moved her hand across her lap to tug at her blouse. Now when she moved, even more of...
The day is Thursday February 13th, 2004. I wake up with an almost depressed sigh. It looks like I’ll be spending my birthday alone, I think to myself. You might or might not still be over in Iraq. It’s been a month since your mom and I have heard from you, and all we really know is that by some strange turn of events, that you’ll be home sometime within the...
1985 "You're marrying a stripper?" How do you explain to your Mom that you love this hot girl who hits you with a belt? 2019 Eddie tried to grin as Infiniti talked to Guilder earnestly. He was a nice boy, more of the bookish type, wouldn't you know, throw the football around, talk cars, but a good kid all the same. Infiniti's nimble fingers moved up and...
Diane took a deep breath as she entered the classroom. A handful of students were scattered around the desks in the middle and back rows of the classroom, on their phones or chatting while their middle-aged professor struggled with connecting his laptop to projector. All eyes briefly swiveled to her. "Welcome Diane, please have a seat," Dr. Marins called fr...
We went out for breakfast every Sunday my wife and I. I loved breakfast and my wife did not so I had breakfast and she had lunch. While at breakfast I flirted, as I always did, with the young waitress'. It's something I had always done. I remember, in the past, my friend telling me, that waitress is into you. My reply, "That girl works for tips," I said. "It...
In my youth I attended a private boys school in the United Kingdom where I received the best education money could buy. My classmates and I were preparing for our A-Level exams due to be administered at the end of this semester. Receiving an A-Level certificate is highly regarded, but did require an additional year of schooling for young men 18 and 19 years...