They say that the apple never falls far from the tree. I don't think that's always true. Take me for example. Everyone in my family is dark-haired and squad but somehow I came out...Teutonic. I'm five-foot-eleven, slim and fit but with curves where it counts. I have shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair and lime-green eyes. I was born in the City of Calgary...
Hello everyone, this is part II of my story. I revised Part I, so please read before you read this one. Feedback is greatly appreciated. No portion of this story may be reproduced for profit without the express, written permission of the author. . . . This story is a work of fiction. The characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author's...
The car turns in a long shady drive towards the cottage. The cottage, I smile, is rather like a large house than what I pictured in my mind. It was a week ago when the courier brought this adventure. Tucked into a red envelope, neatly written was this address, day and time. I recognized the handwriting immediately. It belonged to my Master, my top, my Dom, m...
No, this not another ménage a trois but a story of three terribly interesting women, one a fabulous fuck, one joyously manic, and the third, a Simone de Beauvoir gone South: The Three Claires. Paul and his friend, the intellectual Claire, had been promising to introduce me to the other Claires ever since I moved in next door. But it wasn't until Mardi Gras...
The day started decent enough, I guess. It's amazing how quickly things can get messed up, seriously. Just in case you're wondering who this is, the name is Omar Saint-Vincent. I was born on the island of Grenada and raised in the City of Toronto, Ontario. Been living in Canada for twenty four of my twenty five years. These days I live in the City of Ottawa,...
The life of a bisexual man is seldom easy or simple, but mine is more complicated than most. The name is Suleiman Mehdi. I was born in the City of Casablanca, Morocco, to a Moroccan father and Somali mother. Growing up a biracial man in one of the Muslim world's most beautiful and famous cities wasn't easy. Even though Moroccan society is fairly tolerant and...
Beth looked up from the laptop, tired of this game already. "What a waste of a day," she muttered to herself, looking at the rain pouring down. She had been at the house all day, waiting for any prospective buyers, but the seclusion of the property and the rain kept everyone away. It was nearing 3:00 pm and she had already played every game on her computer a...
In my 26 years of life I've worn many hats, and visited many places; from the ages of 18-24 I've had just about every job you don't need a college degree to hold, everything from bartending to pet sitting. Here are a few stories (some actually happened, and some could might definitely have happened if things had gone differently) from those times. * When...
A little bit about us. Jean and I are both 47. I'm 6 foot with an average build with a high and tight haircut. Some people think I'm in the military because of my haircut. Jean is 5' 5", auburn hair and very sexy! We have no children. I'm in aviation and Jean is in computer support. Jean and I had not been on a vacation for quite some time. We have some fri...
I did everything they told me to. I worked out: I hit the gym, I pumped iron. I even ate protein supplements. "Gimme the best stuff you got," I said to the young, muscle-bound boy working at the nutrition store. He handed me a large box, packed with some grainy white powder, a material quite reminiscent of sand. On the box was a large man, enormously built,...