Thomas Pierre Calvary is the name that fate and family saw fit to give me, but T.P. is what my friends call me. I was born in the town of Boston, Massachusetts, to a Haitian father and Ethiopian-American mother. I know, it's not exactly a mix you hear about every day, that's for sure. My parents themselves, Jean-Pierre Calvary and Elisabeth Melkamu come from...
I’d been working as a doorman of this club called The Loft for two years now. It was a good job. Good pay, $30 an hour. Flexible hours so I could study during the week, I typically only worked Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights. People always asked, doesn’t it suck having to work every weekend while they got to drink? Not really. I was used to working weeken...
Please please write something to me either here as a comment or through my profile. Every little word from someone reading my stories is wonderful. ***** Mao Meiliang starred with disbelief around her as their minivan taxi slowly drove through the busy evening streets of Bangkok. She and her team had taken a late flight and were no heading for the hotel "T...
After fucking me in the shower, you hug me tight against your body for a few more minutes before pulling out of my well-stretched asshole. I enjoy the feeling of my soft bare back and buttocks pressed tight against your well-muscled body. Then you uncuff my wrists and let me rub my still red asscheeks for a minute. I know you enjoy watching this naughty chin...
Several weeks had passed, since Aimee had lost to the little Phillipena housewife, Lettie. However, since our night with the other Couples, I had only fallen deeper in love with my little blonde haired wife. Sensing my heart-felt affection deepening, her beautiful blue eyes so often now looked into mine with deep affection. Aimee had made my secret forbidd...
I had lived a sheltered existence until I met Chris. He was the kind of guy that my mother had always warned me to stay away from. I had been a dutiful daughter my whole life, doing everything my mother wanted me to do. I never questioned what she wanted for me and I never really saw myself with a guy who wasn't Asian, like me. "Don't trust white men," my m...
Anna pushed open the doors to the club and walked inside. The building was modern but non-descript, there was no sign or anything else in front to identify it. Those who were members knew what was inside, that was enough. Once inside Anna was in a small reception room with two receptionists behind a counter. One of the receptionists was a pretty girl about...
CHAPTER 3 -- TRAIN OF THOUGHT We walked in silence for about a mile until we reached a large clearing. By now, the sun had nearly set. One of the gamesmen raised his walkie-talkie and spoke into it, "Gordon to base- be advised, team is approaching checkpoint 9. Prepare for entry" Then, the man placed the walkie back into his hip holster. Just then, I heard...
Whoever says that Church girls are boring clearly never met Mayumi "May" Yokomitsu. I must admit, the first time I met her, I honestly didn't know what to make of her. I mean, how many Asian girls do you know attend a Black Church? Path Of Hope Baptist Church, located at the heart of Vanier, Ontario, is a predominantly Black Church. The pastor, Dr. Henry Jer...
A while ago, in the beautiful nation of Pakistan, a remarkable young Muslim woman named Salwa Khan made a life-changing discovery about herself. Something she'd been hiding from herself for far too long became obvious to her and she accepted it at last. Fate meant for me to do extreme things and I am finally okay with that, Salwa Khan realized. Salwa was bor...