My name is Fabiola Valentia Etienne. I'm a big black woman of Haitian descent. I'm a five-foot-ten, large-breasted, thick-bodied, wide-hipped and big-bottomed black woman who is very proud of every inch of her body. I weigh exactly two hundred and sixty pounds. I'm healthy, happy, and successful. By day, I'm a student-athlete at Bayden State College in the w...
There is much to be said about alcohol, folks. Some say it can make you do things. I guess they're right. How else could you explain what I've done last night? I slept with my best friend! The name is Damon Sparrow, by the way. I'll be your big and tall, forthrightly bisexual sexy black football stud for the day. Last night, I went to the Red Dawn, this club...
The name is Matilda Petty. A six-foot- tall, broad-shouldered and plain-faced, heavyset and big-bottomed, dark-skinned black chick living in the city of Bridgewater, Massachusetts. These days, I am a Bridgewater State University student-athlete ( my sport is wrestling) who is desperately addicted to hooking up with sexy bisexual black men. I simply can't get...
The name is Peterson Samson. I'm a young black man living in the state of Massachusetts. Today, I turned twenty. My boys from the school football team got me a nice gift. A black leather jacket with red buttons. It's gonna look good on me once the New England winter comes in. I'm originally from Atlanta City in Georgia, so I've basically never seen snow befo...
The soft morning rain was soaking into my shirt as I made my customary morning jog through the neighborhood. The sun had just come over the horizon and combination of morning sun and water conspired to bring her memory back to me. It was a similar morning when we created one of my favorite memories. Alys was a beautiful woman. She was full of life and lovel...
My name is Andrew James Clicheau. Friends call me Andy or A.J.C. I'm a tall, good-looking young black man living in the history-making state of Massachusetts. I'm originally from the city of Port-Au-Prince in the Island Nation of Haiti. These days, I'm finding that life simply couldn't be better. I mean, things are just going right. Ever had that feeling? We...
A Vacation to Remember – The Waterfall Patrick, his mind still reeling from remembering the night before, looked over at his beautiful wife. Marie was wearing a lime green v-neck tee and denim shorts. From the way her nipples were poking through the material of the tee it was clear she was not wearing a bra. Patrick wondered if she wasn't wearing panties ei...
First times: 01 -- At last... This is another series of short stories, very short stories, in some cases. I got the idea after writing Hope and Aida's first encounter IRL after a long courtship via email. Thanks again to Valphund for his editing. As always, any mistake is mine. ***** Gracie's been my best friend forever. Her f...
She was swimming between worlds. In and out of the land of the conscious. Unable to tell from when she was awake to when she was dreaming. Not knowing where she was or how long she had been there. She couldn't tell if it were night or day. Felix had tried to figure out how long she had been there. Forever maybe. Absolute solitude was driving her crazy. She k...
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...