Sometimes goodbye's the only way. My name is Minerva Ramirez, and I'm a young woman of Mexican descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I am the mother of two biracial sons, Elijah and Matthew, and recently got divorced from their Jamaican father, Jefferson Keen. Long story short, folks? I couldn't stand to share my bed with a man who cheated on me. Ch...
Well I lucked out and the management decided to keep me on as a pianist and I was pleased as it spoke well management to keep a good pianist around I had a gig the next week, same time slot 1 to 4 and I had plans on paying Lois a visit. I liked that she enjoyed sex but I loved her personality as much as her two pair of glasses. I also loved her rubbing h...
She has always been a shy woman. At the age of 33, she was still a virgin, for various reasons. Some men told her that she had a beautiful face, a few men even fell in love with her, but she continued to be shy and never thought of herself as sexy. In her country, many men seemed not to notice her beauty. And with her full buttocks and plump thighs, she once...
Julie started to wake up from an erotic dream and realized she was humping and grinding her pussy on her extra pillow. She couldn't quite remember the dream that had her on the verge of cumming, but did remember this was the day her hubby was flying home after being gone for almost two months. She immediately focused on seeing her husband's big cock slide in...
I went back home weary with all the fucking and slept for hours. I didn't care if Bernadette had survived but I had not realized that two men had followed me home. I wondered how they had got in but they were there sleeping next to me in the nude with their big black cocks lying limp. I quietly got up to try and go out and lock the door and get help when one...
Smoke from Annika's cigarette curled upwards in that peculiar way that it does when the air in a room is perfectly still; rippling slowly at the base from the heat, then straightening into a long, twisting line until it permeates the atmosphere, ceasing to exist. She sat in the dark, staring at the computer screen, one hand on the mouse, the other holding a...
The bell over the shop door chimed, muted, from where he stood behind the curtain in the back of his pawn shop. Setting aside the pocket watch that was currently occupying his time, Mr. Gold reached out and took up the sleek black cane from its place hooked on the work bench and moved towards the front of his store. Pushing aside the curtain he scanned the s...
"Welcome to First Nations University," Sarah Willerby said, and the young woman looked at the dozen or so future students (and their parents) who were following her on a tour of campus. As usual, she began with a brief expose on the school's history, and what life was like at Canada's first school dedicated to the educational advancement of people of Aborigi...
I am not tethered -at least not yet(?)- but I kneel in submission nevertheless. The room resembles a dungeon: Decadent drapes and elegant voiles hang from hooks in the stone walls, no doubt those fixtures may have other purposes, too. Somewhere unseen, a liquid drips and splashes onto a hard surface (or perhaps a soft one which has taken up too much and n...
Greetings, dear reader. The name is Mohammed Ismail, but you can call me Mo, since everyone else does. Or rather, everyone did. In the eyes of the world, I died on November 17, 2009, at the age of twenty one. I was a third-year student at the University of Ottawa, in the civil engineering department. My parents, Hodan and Ahmed Ismail, couldn't be prouder of...