Friday nights in fall tend to be big where I am from. The bright lights. The fresh football field. However, at Wayside, we weren’t necessarily known for athletics. Well, football at least. That night, it was balmy. ‘Only in Texas,’ I say, shaking my head with my short sleeve shirt and shorts on. It was like a holiday. We had new life. We had a new coach that we introduced at the very first pep rally. Eventually, halftime...

I looked at Daisy, wondering by the second what happened to her. She was still washing her face off of any leftover juices. When she finished, she looked at me. She kissed me on the cheek. “What’s wrong?” she said, tilting her head. “Daisy… I want to ask. But I really don’t want to ask,” I said to her, softly. “You want to know what happened, do you? You always were a curious one, Shawn,” she said as she touched my cheek....

She sashayed in the room with intent. The young woman named Desiree felt eyes when she walked in. The boys said, “Daaaaamn!" As she walked into science class. Let’s not pretend. She knew what she had. She knew her butt was big. She knew she had curves. However, what she didn’t know as class went on was a young man noticing her for more than her curves. Honestly, it turned him on. But while others look at her like animals,...

“You work here?” I said. “Yeah,” my cousin Raven responded. I looked back at Lillian, incredulously. She had the same look. “You’re related?” Lillian questioned, tilting her head. “Yeah,” I said. “Distantly, but still…” Raven added. “Raven… you are a waitress here, right? You don’t strip?” I asked her. ~~~ My phone vibrated. It was Daisy. It read…  With clients right now. I thought: 'Clients?' ~~~ Meanwhile… “Uh, about th...

They say she was a slut. They say she was a whore. They say she was looking for attention. This is the story of a girl named Sharmell. Her name was Sharmell Brown. She was pretty. She was smart. She was vivacious. She was curvaceous. However, she thought there was something missing. She had a life worth living. But she wished for one thing that she lacked. The boys she wanted were ogling at the ladies that have that very...

I still had her panties. They started my collection. They were purple. I still felt their softness as I thought about her. I still had her number too. I missed her. I missed her beautiful face. I missed seeing her on Facetime. But I learned something recently: Fuck love, and all that comes with it. Despite being a giant horn dog, I am a giant romantic. This story is about dreams and hearts broken in the form of three word...

It had been a while since I had been back to the Factory. Even though I had not been in some time, I didn’t want to seem like some perverted strip club addict or something. I think that ship has sailed already. My thoughts were filled with undressing women. Lillian. Keisha. And… “Hey, Shawn!” I jerked out of my trance for one second. It was Daisy in her car. “Need a ride?” Daisy said. I was waiting on the next bus. I quic...

About a week later, I started thinking about her again. Why was I thinking about her? Daisy… I mean, Charlie was actually a stripper at a strip club I went to. And I actually had an inkling she was one. “You know where I am, Daddy. Ask for Charlie…” The way she said that turned me on so much. I wanted more of her. Knowing the consequences, I still wanted it. So, when I told my boys… “Wait. Daisy’s a stripper? And you fuck...

This story is dedicated to one special person. Well, all of them are. But, this is to one of the sexiest women I have ever met. This is to you, Tami. From me. This is how I feel. The unadulterated truth from my eyes. I first met Tami in a history class in high school. I was 16 at the time. It was around 2008. I was looking at you from a distance. My mind was the sheer epitome of the disclaimer “Viewer Discretion is Advise...

This story takes place in the winter of 2012. I was 21 at the time. I decided when I was on Facebook one day as kind of a spur of a moment thing to go to my friend Trina’s 21st birthday party. I met Trina in high school, senior year. We didn’t know each other well, but I noticed her. She, of course, noticed me. Trina was a pretty girl originally from Florida. She was short with not that many eye popping curves, and with a...

As they got home that evening, her small son was asleep. She was relaxed now that her son was down for the count. She needed a shower. It was a hot summer day outside that day. She put her son in his bed and kissed him on the forehead and said: “Good night, my sweet prince.” As her son slumbered, the mother felt a little frisky down under. While they were out and about, the mother knew she was getting checked out. Men you...

Chapter 2Across the country, in Los Angeles, Ben Adkins sat down to interview the stars of the new Tarzan movie for Cuck Magazine. Behind the leading actors, Mack Baxter, Genevieve Blanchard, and Bradley Huff there was a poster of the new movie; Tarzan - Rise of Mobagu. The poster showed Tarzan's wife, Jane, naked and in the ebony arms of the muscular and half naked tribal warrior Mobagu. Mobagu looked strong and mighty w...

So there I was, nervously waiting in the parking lot for my job interview at UPS. I was applying for jobs all summer that year. Application after application, and not one single response. It sucked big time. Lucky for me I found an ad that UPS had posted online wanting warehouse package handlers, at $15 an hour. Wasn't bad for an entry level position. It was a new facility, too, 20 minutes from where I lived.The last gig...

Her naked skin is as rich as dark chocolateShe slowly kneels before me She looks up at me With those beautiful brown eyes Humbled by her position She looks up at me hungry for a taste How much longer must she wait Obedient yet eager She unbuckles the belt At my command Hands behind your back Open your mouth For my pleasure and for hers She taste the saltiness of my girth Every thrust in her mouth Brings to me the pleasure...