The name is Azizah Osman and I'm a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. When you think of a Somali chick, I bet you think of the robed, hijab-wearing, quiet and mousy Muslim chicks you see on the subway or at the mall. Well, I'm nothing like them dumb bitches. You see, I got a mind of my own, and I like to do...
Summary: BFC is used to dominate a hot blonde cheerleader. Note 1: This is dedicated to the real Jeni who told me about this BIG FAT COCK... although her story wasn't told in the first three stories and isn't in this one either. Note 2: This is the fourth part in a potentially lengthy story of one nerd's discovery of the power having a BIG, FAT COCK can ha...
This is the end of this series. For those of you who hated it, it is over. For those of you who enjoyed it, please don't be a silent majority. For those of you who like happy endings, let me say that without giving anything away, please read to the end. As strange as you may find the choices Michelle made, she made those choices of her own free will and will...
The cool fall air really lifted April's spirits. The cool breeze raised goose bumps on her bare legs. She wore her old cheerleader shorts, a hoodie sweatshirt over a Camp t-shirt and scruffy white sneakers. She'd been coming to this Camp since she was a little girl. She and her brothers had been camp counselors in High School and she'd worked summers as a he...
Hello, there. Crystal McCain is the name. I'm a five-foot-eight, blonde-haired and green-eyed Irishwoman living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. In the eyes of the world, I'm a nice person. I major in Business Administration at Algonquin College and I'm transferring to Carleton University at the end of the year. Privately, I lead a very sordid exi...
Part 3 of 8. Each part is self-contained and reading previous parts is not essential to the continuity of the story, but several recurring characters are only described in detail on their first appearance. Part 1: Ashleigh's Ride Home. Ashleigh misses her ride home after cheerleading practice. Part 2: Ashleigh's Game Day. Ashleigh and the other cheerleader...
The following is a telling of what I consider to be a rape encounter with a happy ending. My name is Janet. I am a forty-two year old single mother. Single because two years ago my husband of 19 years died suddenly of a massive heart attack while chasing a suspect in a robbery. Dan was a police officer and the love of my life. Mother because I have a daught...
Oh you don't know how fucking great I am... You just don't know... I work out every day. Even when I'm lying down and being still, the tick-tock machinery of my body is working to the orders of an insane old Russian woman ballet teacher-cum-gymnastics coach-cum-Stalinistic torture expert. I breathe to the rhythm of the glowing pulsing neon red blood-pumping...
A fictional story about fictional characters. ***** Donna and Jackie were mad...no, they were pissed. The entire gang (except for the foreign exchange student, Fez, who was on an outing with his host family) was in the Foreman basement (when weren't they in the Foreman basement) and Jackie and Donna were being ignored. Jackie Burkhardt was used to being th...
Author's Note: I know that this chapter has been a long time coming, and I apologize for making those of you who are enjoying reading this storyline wait. I hope you enjoy this installment, and as always rate and comment to provide me with feedback as to what you liked or did not like. Also, continue throwing ideas my way you would like to see the characters...