Vidi, vici, veni I fumbled for my watch. "Christ! Is that the time?" Gina, of course, was gazing ceilingward in glassy-eyed bliss and could not reply. I scrambled into my clothes and hailed a cab, and as it carried me to London Bridge Station I rang the client and gave some excuse for my lateness. This particular client was based in an inconveniently remo...
Chapter 8 The next morning Steve called Ralph. Rafferty listened to one side of the conversation. "Ralph, Steve." "Yeah, it was kind of a shock but thanks for getting it to me." "I appreciate it. I don't need much right now just some information. Do you have anything on where that video came from or who is getting the money?" "Well, can you email me the...
A lot of women the world over are convinced that good men don't exist, especially in the Black community. Meet a hard-working and decent brother who's up shit's creek without the proverbial paddle. What happened to this young man isn't race-specific, indeed, it could have happened to any young man regardless of his background. Rejection and friend-zoning, al...
Friday at last. Pay day for some. The start of the weekend for many. A day of prayer for people of certain faiths, like Muslims. Good Muslims are at the mosque, doing their Salah or prayer. Aziz Ali, a Somali brother who is Muslim by birth, is nowhere near the mosque. This brother is hanging around downtown Ottawa, trying to pick up chicks at the Rideau Shop...
1st May Scrubbers I had been a diligent student. I am not quite as bright as Dani but my main problem academically had always been application. I spent too much time thinking about sex. All the time playing sport did not help but was really just an excuse. Mum was keen for her girls to be independent and was a bit obsessed about education. Alex had dropped...
"You can look, gentlemen, but you definitely can't touch," Soraya Bintang said to herself, as she checked her reflection in the mirror, in a quiet corner of the boudoir. All around her, the other women of all hues who worked at the club bantered, as they got ready, and she dutifully ignored them. Tonight's show had to go perfectly, otherwise Soraya was going...
Let me be your hero, I thought as I gazed upon her as she slept in the Montreal-Nord apartment, on the bed we shared. How lovely she looked. Only five-foot-seven, slim, with light bronze skin, long black hair and light brown eyes. After gazing upon her countless times, I knew every part of her. Every strand of hair, every inch of skin, every touch and every...
Dear Shoeblossom: My wife and I really have enjoyed your letters. It has been a major help to us in the changes we've made in our relationship. For one thing, my wife is not a woman-born woman. In fact, Monisha used to be my teammate when we played soccer for San Francisco State University. We were living together, just a couple of guys, chasing girls and...
"Mr. Gordon, if you don't come back to the clinic for your follow-up, the immigration medical results won't be submitted to C.I.C. and your case won't proceed," said the receptionist, a red-haired, chubby young white woman with a cold, super-fake smile. I stood in front of the receptionist desk inside Grandview Medical Center, the medical testing facility lo...
Nikki, being an Arab, had been raised very repressed. Having been born without a cock made her less than complete, she made almost a fetish of pissing standing up and was fascinated by my pissing, she would often find some excuse to follow me into the bathroom when I was taking a piss. She would stand and watch me; eyes fixed on my cock and her lips parted a...