Hello, there. My name is Stephen Saint. A big and tall young Black man living in Brockton, Massachusetts. I'm a student at Brockton State College, a small public college located in the city of the same name. These are the tales of my adventures. The adventures of a tall, good-looking, forthrightly bisexual student, writer and activist in collegiate America....
Erin jumped on the bus, Seventeen Magazine in hand, and headed straight for the back row. Brady was already there waving enthusiastically, his metallic braces flashed as he shot her an open and friendly smile. Her short, bright red curls bounced as she giddily found her way next to him. "Look what I scored from my older sister." Erin lifted her hand to show...
Joscelin and Driggle made their way into the town of Valorinth. The road was filled with wondering travelers, peddlers, and townsfolk. Driggle floated along next to the buxom beauty as they walked down the street. Many men and a few women watched Joscelin's huge knockers bouncing and jiggling with every step the big titted bimbo took. Some even brushing up a...
Eros was the god of love. His weapon of romance: the arrow. His mother was the god renowned for her beauty, Venus. Venus held her beauty as the most precious treasure, and protected it with the ferocity of a mother bear, far more than she ever protected her child. And she would try to destroy anything that threatened her treasure, which was what prompted the...
I met Rail at a CB equipment swap-meet. We were both looking at the same piece of gear. It was the last item of its kind there, and I bowed out to let her buy it. Rail was certainly no beauty queen, but she had a great sense of humor. As we chatted, she told me why she picked Rail as a handle. She knew she was skinny as a rail and ugly as a mud fence. She w...
Once upon a very very long time ago, a woodcutter, his wife, and young daughter lived in the forest next to the village that surrounded a beautiful castle. The man was a very very good woodcutter and his wood was highly valued by all of the ladies in the village. Each morning the woodsman would wake and load his wagon. His wife and daughter would give him...
Alcohol will make you do strange things. As I woke from what must have been a near coma I felt for a moment as if I were a lucky man. Looking past the pounding headache that I knew would have to be endured I beamed a little as I felt the warm, smooth thigh of a woman brushing against the back of my legs. I slid my left hand behind me and quickly found the wa...
My first dream about my wife took place shortly after we married. However its genesis was an event just shortly before our wedding. At that time, I had heard of cuckolding, but always thought that the result would be an angry husband shooting lead from a gun and not an excited husband shooting semen from his cock. I just could not imagine that the thought of...
I spotted the ad online and noted the e-mail address. "Males needed for submissive roles in adult film scenes, pay is $200/day." My finances needed the boost, so I replied and after an exchange of information, was told where and when to appear. The studio was in a fairly nice part of town. I realized I had actually driven past it daily going to and from wor...
"'[America] is a fair and just society.' 'Just so much for the few,' said Jimmy." ― Ham on Rye: A Novel The Death Dog of Defeat gnashed concertina wire teeth an inch from my frightened face. Six goddamned hours! That's how long I'd been on premises, battlin' for bliss. That's also the exact amount of time I'd come up emptier than a bulimic's stomach. Th...