As you may be aware, I lost the original ending to Jack and Diane in a bluescreen of death. I have rewritten the ending. This takes up at the end of Ch 14 and replaces the epilogue. If you haven't read Jack and Diane Ch 1-14 you will need to, in order to follow this. TTB. Jack and Diane Chapter 15 Whilst things settled down at home, we were still subject...
I always feel a little queasy after some stupendous fucking, but I think it's normal. My name is Fatuwah Hussein and I'm a young woman of Kuwaiti descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Like a lot of Arab women out there I'm curious about sex with non-Arab men and unlike my other Arabian sisters I'm bold enough to get out there and fulfill my sexual c...
My name is Alimah Amal Hassan. I was born and raised in the City of Al-Karameh in the Kingdom of Jordan. My family moved to the region of Ontario, Canada, about ten years ago. Today, I turn twenty two. I'm a third-year student at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa. I have a lot to be thankful for today. Seriously. I live in the greatest country in the...
Okay, so I was sitting at my favorite computer inside the Carleton University library when I learned from the client liaison officer of Securitas Canada that I was fired from Bell Canada, supposedly because someone thought they saw me sleeping in the ladies room. What the fuck? I looked at my cellphone like it was possessed and shot the bearded Arab libraria...
I often envy my friends here in metropolitan Ottawa, for the endless freedom that they enjoy. Of course, I never tell them this. They see me walking by, the tall, plump Arab gal with the hijab and long skirt, and they think they're so different from me. As if I don't have romantic or sexual fantasies, as if I don't have needs. They forget that I am a woman u...
Gleefully I spank my ebony sub's ass while thrusting my strap-on dildo deep into his hole. The tall, skinny Black dude moans deeply. Smiling, I continue fucking him. My name is Valerie Blackstone, and I'm a five-foot-eleven, curvy and sexy Black woman of Jamaican descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. My slaves call me Mistress Africana. I'm one of a...
Toronto Police Service constable Guillaume Renard shook his head as he looked at yet another dead body. Jennifer Stone had been nineteen years old when she died, a second-year student at Seneca College. Three days ago, her parents, William and Maeve Stone reported her missing. The cop they spoke to promised to do the best she could, but she should have told...
If you want to get out of a bad situation, the only thing to do is to just do it, regardless of consequences. That's what I told myself as I walked out of the Carleton University library, holding hands with my boyfriend Jean-Pierre Moineau in public for the first time. It was a cold, windy day in February, and Ottawa was blanketed with snow. Nevertheless, I...
Thank you for reading my stories. This is the first in a series about the coming of age of Jeff. This initial chapter is a set-up piece so please bear with the length as I introduce a few characters, all of whom are over the age of 18-years-old. If you like it, please provide a rating and any comments! *** We live in a fairly affluent section of our city,...
What does it mean to be human? That's a difficult question to answer nowadays, especially for someone like me. Now that the United States of America has finally decided to follow in its neighbor Canada's footsteps and grant human rights status to genetically engineered individuals, and not only abolished commercial civil engineering of humans at the same tim...