The wait to see Robin felt long and tedious as a week of work stood between us and some potentially hot sex. The only highlights that happened between our two meetups was the amount of questions everyone at work had for me, like who was the sexy redhead? Did I shag her? Was she great in bed? Even the female workers seemed to take an interest in the answers I...
"Becky, um, this isn't easy for me to say, so I'm just going to say it, I am curious about sex with women," Halima Abdisalam said softly, and the young Hijab-wearing Muslim woman sighed deeply as she awaited her best friend's answer. Becky Kleinfeld looked at the tall, well-dressed, stylish brown-skinned Muslim cutie who had been her best friend for ages, an...
"Things ought to be different," Charles Antoine said to himself as he walked out of the Best Cuts barber shop, located in the west end of Ottawa. There were five other people, all of them Africans, waiting for cuts when he got off the chair. There aren't that many black-owned barber shops in the west, especially in places like Nepean, Barrhaven or Kanata. Fo...
Author's Note: This is a continuation of "The One Who Got Away: Part 1", which was told from character Leigh's point of view. This story is being told from Jayson, the male character's point of view, and picks up where part 1 left off. ************************ Dang, who would've thought me taking on this job with the museum would bring me back to my first...
Steeves Volmar Cherenfant here. A big and tall, openly bisexual Haitian-American writer, college student and activist living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Also known as the City of Champions. The heat is blazing and like every other Brockton resident out there this summer, I'm just trying to have some fun. The Brockton Fair Grounds, located not far...
"Eat your cheese sandwich, babe," Sally Fontaine said cheerfully, and she winked at her partner Hawa Ali as the two of them sat inside Taureau Noir's restaurant, a Haitian joint located in the heart of Quebec City. Hawa Ali smiled and shook her head, then bit into her cheese sandwich. Earlier, at Sally's insistence, she'd eaten some veal-flavored rice and be...
In some ways, I regret the game I lost against my best friend Dave. But then, in some ways, I don't. I'm not all too certain just how my wife, Denise, feels about it...but I have a pretty good idea after what happened. See, Dave, me and Denise play poker every Monday night. Last Monday, I was down and out of money, but I had what I thought was a sure-fire w...
A statue of three war heroes greeted Heather as she walked into the McIrving training camp, 20 miles outside the capital. The statue was of a unit that served in the Great War that ended less than a decade ago. One of the gunners stood tall, behind a portable tripod machine gun. The other was dropping into a kneeling position, pulling a rifle out of her ba...
Courtney was upset. She didn't know what to do. Half of her wanted to feel Denise's face in her crotch, and the other half of her didn't want anything to do with fucking another girl. She was no lesbian, dammit! She decided to get laid. Really laid. Nailed, fucked, banged, screwed... she didn't care what anyone called it, she wanted cock in her. She put on...
Rita Martin pulled aside the curtain and looked out on the street where she knew Daryl, her studly live-in boyfriend, would be driving to reach their apartment. She knew it was silly for her to watch for him, because he would get there when he felt like it, but she had a certain need and only his long, thick cock could alleviate it, and only when it was plun...