Howdy, folks. Mr. Samuel Xavier here. A big and tall, openly bisexual Black man living in Canada, one of the worst places on the Continent of North America. I'm talking about Ottawa, Ontario, of course. I've got some truly tawdry tales to share with you today. People are such strange creatures. You can never simply look at one and say for sure what he or she...
Many thanks to VMKane, without her this would not exist. ***** Tailored red dress, tights (complete with seam), Forties heels and an S10 gas mask - hiding her identity and giving her a menacing presence. I'm on the bed, wrists and ankles cuffed to the corner restraints. The only movement I can manage is to raise my head enough to watch her walking around t...
Wouldn't the world be better if people went around without labels? That's one of the viewpoints I wish more people would embrace. My name is Emily Petit-Jean. I'm a young Black woman of Haitian descent living in the city of Toronto, Ontario. I'm a student at the University of Toronto, majoring in Business Administration. I hold an Associate's Degree in Nursi...
Hi, it's Jordan again. I didn't think I'd be writing more about my life, but the most amazing thing happened to me this last year. I fell in love. If you didn't read the first part of this story, a couple of years ago my husband divorced me. He left me without anything, and I needed to pay my bills, so I went to work as an escort. I was making ends meet whe...
I watched you scan the room full of wealthy, arrogant people looking for an out of the boring conversation you were currently trapped in . A fund raising dinner for the current mayor of our small southern town, had brought out the elite of Savannah's high society. Doctor's, lawyers, politicians and business men and women made up the crowd, most of them comi...
Author notes I thank Jellybean and Noira for putting up with me. You may need to read the first submission of this story to understand this section. The story has a conclusion to be submitted soon. ******* The past. Soon after my ninth birthday, I climbed to the roof of my house as the morning sun broke over the horizon. Perched near the edge of the roo...
I hate elevators. The way they bounce along their cables creeps me out. Mostly, I hate elevators because I get stuck in a small space with unfamiliar people in my bubble. Today I had the pleasure of sharing a lift with a middle-aged bald man getting off on seven. Well, I wasn't sure if he would be getting off tonight, but we were at a hotel, so the probabi...
"Now don't you go anywhere my dear, I won't be too long, hopefully, perhaps home by eleven." "How can I go anywhere; you've tied me to the bedposts." "Oh, yes, I knew there was something I was supposed to do before I left. Sorry darling, I'm late already. You don't mind, do you E?" "What if I need a wee-wee?" Came the quiet girly pleading tone from the be...
This story has taken a different path from the original conception thanks to feedback from one reader. While it would have been nice if the comment had not been anonymous and maybe a little more polite, it did at least spur me into writing the next instalment from a different perspective and this is the result. As always, your constructive feedback is great...
November 16th Year 41 After the Return of the Tsarine A serf girl, and more importantly, a rowing girl on The Ship of the Terrible knows not to over-indulge into anything. Why? Because every bit of pleasure won't last long. Then, when the cold reality of your everyday life kicks in, it hits you like a big pile of bricks. Last night, we forgot our promise no...