The name is Teejay Volmar. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the Meadowlands area of Ottawa in the province of Ontario, Canada. I'm a third-year student at Carleton University, majoring in Criminal Justice. I recently moved to Canada from the U.S. I spent the past ten years in Brockton, Massachusetts. The City of Champions. I miss m...
It's my life! Seriously. I wish they'd get off my back about these things. Everybody needs a day off at some point, right? My name is Jason Cormier. A six-foot-three, bulky young man with dark brown skin, short curly black hair and light bronze eyes. I'm half African-American and half Caucasian, of French and Greek descent. The world knows me as the Superher...
Jack was in the shower when Jan burst in. "You have to see this, Jack," was all she said before running back out. He found her standing in front of the T.V., remote in hand, flipping between CNN and FOX News, and finally settling on CNN. "…yesterday at a motel on the outskirts of Los Angeles. ICB Captain Michael Aldridge confirmed that a suspect in t...
The Lesson Three weeks had past since Avery and Christopher's last sexual encounter. They were intimate with one another from time to time after that event. Things did not settle right with Christopher, however. Avery became more and more defiant with every fuck he gave her. She assumed she held the dominant role on more than two different occasions and h...
My name is Sandra Jay and I am a tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I live in an apartment with two tall and very sexy, voluptuous Black lesbians. Madeline Brown and Michelle Anderson. I am absolutely in thrall to them to the point of becoming their very willing love slave. It's not just a game to me...
Edited by NaughtyMike The main disadvantage of me dating somebody who has never been to college was that Duane didn't always fully appreciate the pressures and responsibilities involved with higher education. It isn't that he deliberately stood in my way. It's just that he felt I tended to take my schoolwork too seriously, that it would do me a world of goo...
6 For the first time since I arrived in Yamaguchi, I took a long walk on the mountain. Without leaving the property of the Purification Temple, there's a walking trail that does a figure 8, passing by various houses and plenty of trees. And some large gardens, with women busily working among the beds of dark soil and healthy-looking plants. At the crossi...
One of the advantages to leaving the office late is that you don't have to fight for space on the elevators going down to the parking garage. You also don't have to worry about your car being clipped by one of your coworkers' vehicles in the crush to all reach the exit ramp to the street first. You place your neatly-folded but rumpled suit on the back seat n...
"Oh Come on!" Calliope Cruz was worn out enough without fighting a vending machine this early in the morning. All she wanted was a cream cheese danish. Having been snuck in the back entrance not many of the morning shift Officers were here yet. The lingering night shift busy finalizing their own night of reports. This gave her time for breakfast before sta...
[There are parts of this story that actually happened. I was there. The names of people in the story are not their actual names. The truck was a U-Haul. The bikes, all Harleys. I encourage votes and comments.] * Fifteen of us rode out of Seattle headed south. We were exactly what some folk have in their nightmares. Ten big Harleys, loud pipes, black leathe...