As Salam Alaikum, dear reader. My name is Yasmin Hussein, and I'm a young woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I attend Algonquin College, where I study accounting and I live in the east end with my boyfriend Steve Salomon. The big and tall young Haitian guy stole my heart a long time ago. I love this man something fierce and I woul...
Everyone has secrets, anxieties and insecurities, and I am definitely no exception, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Yasmin Hussein, and I'm a Somali-Canadian Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I stand five-foot-ten, curvy and sexy, a fine exemplar of the beautiful Northeast African/Horn of Africa woman. Beauties like me are found in nations...
Sitting inside the Carleton University library, Roger Etienne sighed deeply. When he opted to study in the South End of Ottawa, Province of Ontario, he didn’t know his life would get this complicated. Seriously. A lot of those complications had to do with Azeeza Balaam, his Somali girlfriend. Leaving the City of Boston, Massachusetts, was starting to feel li...
It had only been a month or so since Suzie discovered my secret stash of letters between my alter ego Desiree and another transvestite. In them she read how we both love to suck big black cocks and our bragging on the longest cock we'd ever sucked. Needless to say, it put quite the strain on our marriage. With the fact my love for long hard cocks was all o...
It started when I was very young. As far as I can remember I was a social misfit. Not that I hated people, or had much complaints about living in society. The simple fact was I could not accept all of society's dicta lying down. Ever since I was a kid I felt revitalized whenever I got away from the evils of social excesses and affectations. For me life was l...
This story takes place during the winter of 1975-6 in New York City. Six months earlier I finally moved away from my parents’ house in the suburbs, presumably to be closer to school, but in reality to get away from them and start my own life. Being on my own meant I could meet and get to know people of different cultural and racial backgrounds. It also meant...
I hate to be classified by any of the terms used these days that limit people's sexuality. I am heterosexual, but I also fall under bisexual. That is according to those societal labels. To me I am just a very sexual being that likes different experiences. This one experience I am sharing with you is a true one, it is one I will definitely not forget. I had...
I can't explain why it was that I fancied having sex with a transsexual. I mean I'm a perfectly normal happily married man, couple of kids, mid-40s, a stone or so overweight but reasonable looking, my own hair and teeth and everything. I must admit, I've been with one or two...escorts, hookers, whatever term you prefer, over the years, but always very womanl...
It was about 5:30 on Friday afternoon. The staff had gone and I was locking up the office. Instead of going to the carpark, I walked out the front door and up the road to the motel where local businesspeople gather at the bar after work. I didn't see anyone I knew but I sat on a stool by the bar and ordered a beer anyway. As I savoured the first sip, my ey...
Buffy had walked into the hotel room after 2 PM, getting some food for her and some blood from the local butcher shop for Spike. Making sure that she didn't expose him to any of the deadly rays of the sun, she closed the door behind her. Luckily the sun was at its peak so there wasn't any direct sunlight getting into the room. Spike was still asleep in the...