A few desperate-limb oaks remaindered from the trees that done got teared down to build Oaken Grove. Thereabout around, the houses was big and spread wide like grassy yawns. The nicest homes was built at odd angles to the road. Most them yards sported trim lawns and spartan scatters of elegant blossoms. Lotta sculpted hedges and little decorative evergreen jawns too. They was pretty yards, as perfectly plotted as a Jewish murder, but you could tell ain’t nobody ever play or cook out or jaw a spell there.
Author: MNManmacker
Annabelle Jolais
Annabelle Jolais is a wealthy young woman.
Descriptions
Annabelle Jolais was sweet and placid like a bowl of sugared milk.
From Cajun Macho
Suzette Tamison
Suzette is a prostitute and waitress at Lipsweet.
Descriptions
Suzette was a worn-down woman with trashy habillement, her veiny-cream tits jiggling out of her too-tight blouse. Her makeup was painted on, her whore’s nails long, tapering and cerise.
From Cajun Macho
Sheriff Terwiliger
Sheriff Terwiliger is a small-town sheriff.
Sheriff Terwiliger emerged from the driver’s seat and donned his wide-brimmed cap. His horseshoe mustache worked up and down as though he chewed on an invisible stalk of wheat.
Beau Montagne
Beau is a Cajun worker.
Beau had thick working-man’s muscles, padded and firm, licked with stale sweat, lumpy with eternal bruises, like layers of leather and stone. Beau was tall and burly, shoulders as broad as a bridge. He possessed deep brown eyes like pools of mud, and his skin was tan, taut, clean, smooth, bulging just right. He got muscles upon muscles from his work in the refinery.
He pulled his shirt up to the shoulder to bare his upper arm, then flexed the muscle. It was bigger than Simon’s head, and he jumped up to grab it and hang like a monkey. Beau was much taller than Simon, even when Beau was sitting and Simon stood, so Simon could dangle and squeeze his bicep. Beau’s upraised arm bared his armpit too, and Simon got a whiff of the intense musk of his sweaty pit hair. He even caught a shadowy side-glimpse of Beau’s chest before Beau dropped the muscle.
Beau was rough and tough, as strong as a fort, and he had a square jaw with jutting cheekbones. His now-bare chest was husky and burly like a bear, brimming with brawn and stale sweat. There was some je ne sais quoi about him that made Simon want to fall into his arms and go to sleep smelling his biceps and his greasy hair. His voice was deep and well-worked by labor, scratchy from the smoke from the sugar refinery. He wasn’t much older than Simon, but he had a mature spirit and a voice like a bonfire of damp sassafras.
Beau’s presence made Simon feel less like a weak sister. Beau was big and confident and had muscles as mighty as the Mississippi. He was white, but he worked outside on the Jolais plantation refinery, so his forearms were as burnished and brown as a cloudy sunset. Simon felt confident so long as Beau bodied nearby.
His sun-baked working-sweat smell was intoxicating too. Simon drew closer to Beau to smell it more deeply.
His chest was nu, his pants down and his pale ass bare like a pair of full moons, his fleshy cheeks flexing back and forth as he humped Suzette in her cat. His skin from his knees to his waist were as white as ectoplasm, but the rest of him was tanned. All his muscles rippled as he slammed into Suzette’s womanhood.From Cajun Macho
Alain Boucher
Alain is a lumberjack.
His name was Alain, and he pronounced it in the French fashion like he was too good to end with a consonant, but he spoke with a whole rack of trashy yuppers in his voice. He was a well-tanned straightlane with a face like a kick to the balls, and he was loud and pinchy upon the dancers.
Mr. Perry (Sanford Perry)
Mr. Perry is a parole officer.
Mr. Perry stood over Thumper like a pagan idol, aiming his frowns down at Thumper’s mug. Thumper ain’t let it shake him, which was what Mr. Perry wanted. In prison, he stood down honkies who coulda, woulda, gonna, loveta and done did eat a dozen workface sumbitches like Mr. Perry for lunch, and they’d follow it up with meatloaf straight out the prison mess!
Gilly Schwartz
Gilly is an MMA fighter.
Gilly was perfectly sculpted, his skin rippling brown, taut over tight muscles. Teddy drooled at him and imagined the taste of those beads of sweat that clung to his muscles. Gilly was heavily tattooed below the neck (and moderately tattooed on the neck), and he was thickly built without being bulky or overly big — he crammed a lot of power into his body size in order to fight at a lower weight-class.
Slim Jay (Jaydley Maxwin)
Slim Jay is a pimp.
The pimp was Slim Jay, and he was intensely masculine. He had a thick growly voice and broad shoulders, a muscular chest like a quarterback, cradled in a mustard-yellow suit with a bright purple hat and tie. He had a dense beard that was carefully trimmed.
Jaycee Sand
Jaycee is a young man.
One of them stepped forward and wolf-whistled after her.
That was the one with the most masculine shape and face. He was Jaycee. He was tall, with short braids and a powerful body.
He was gloriously thick. That was why Teddy liked him. Teddy loved any man with a massive, incredible ass, and Jaycee’s was bigger and plumper than seemed possible. He was a naturally heavyset man but worked out enough to keep himself an imposing figure, not fat at all, just hefty and curved and chunky in all the right ways.
He turned around, aiming his ass at one of his buddies. His jeans sagged low, so about half of his asscheeks were covered by nothing more than yellow boxers.