Disclaimer: This story is pure fantasy, none of it is real, but is based on real people. * * * The name's Jimmy. I'm a high school senior, football star, and pretty soon I was looking to head for college on a scholarship to play. I only lived with my dad who was proud as can be but because we were always so busy with school and work, we didn't see much o...
Angus McLaren sat in the shade of the wrap-around porch. The Men's House was a comfortable place with its Adirondack chairs and broad eaves and on a hot, late summer day it was just the place for a large iced tea and some time to digest lunch. Food was important at The Commune and fortunately it was fresh, organic and plentiful. It was, he thought, a damned...
I like profiling people. Especially standing in the long line to check-in at the airport, there is nothing else to do. The terminal is dark and stuffed. There are people, people-fences, benches, luggage, x-ray scanners everywhere. The only interesting thing is to discover the gems of hot people in the masses. The counter for Air India was particularly crowde...
I was woken up the constant knock on my doors. It was my mother. "Wake up sleepy head. Parul has come to see you." She said while I leapt out of my comfortable bed. Shit, she's here. Why? I checked my cell phone and it had 4 missed calls from Parul. I looked around the room and saw the cum stains on the floor and one empty rum bottle by the side of the wa...
"Sa-Sa, my friend, you must teach me how to pray," Samuel Rosewood said enthusiastically, and he pointed to the words 'Family in Faith' written on his new blue jersey, along with the description Muslim Scholars Association of the Mississauga branch of the University of Toronto. It was Islamic Awareness Week, and after much soul searching, Samuel came to the...
While driving to Jonni's place, Ross reflected back to the days when he first met her. It was a time when parties were happening with great regularity and every party brought new faces. But Jonni, like Ross, had been two of the regulars at those parties. The two of them had never really spent much time talking. They had danced once or twice. But Ross remem...
With work and travel I didn't see Amy for several weeks. Now that we'd actively made each other cum it seemed, somehow, there was less urgency to our activities. I didn't know how her relationship with her husband was progressing and I had my usual fish to fry (in varying degrees of what may have satisfied Mr. Plato). I'd been back to the country once or twi...
"I need your help," Julie told me while our whole gang of friends was watching "Halloween" on the big screen TV in the girls' suite living room. We were a group of twelve college sophomores—six guys, six gals—living in two suites. There was a lot of intermingling and close friendships, but not really any serious relationships. As I stood up to go with Julie...
"I can heartily and sincerely say that I truly love Islam, the beautiful faith that I was born into, but the behavior of my fellow Muslims completely disgusts me sometimes," I said to my reflection as I got ready for my midweek date with my fiancé Bruno "Ismail" Ishmael Dorvil, the young Haitian Muslim gentleman I consider to be the love of my life. I looked...
I hate Ottawa, Amina Samundri thought to herself as she walked out of the MacDonald's restaurant where she'd worked for the past year. Today was the last straw and the young Indian woman knew it deep in her bones. After one too many arguments with her racist manager Anne Tremblay, Amina got in the plump old French Canadian woman's face and told her exactly h...