I woke with a start to the sound of a key turning in the lock, then the deadbolt turning. Jeff was back. The knob turned, but he couldn't open the door because of the small latch-hook on the inside of the door. And there was the matter of the couch blocking the door as well. He started banging on the door, "Thomas? Ray? Open up! It's me." I relocked the tw...
Chapter 2 - Vince starts his exploitation. Dave Forsyth didn't know what the hell he was getting himself into. The fool practically walked into his own nightmare. He did this by being careless to the wrong person. A mistake that was to cost him very dearly. This is the story about a husband, his loving wife and dominant black man with a taste for sexual dep...
Her lustrous fiery tresses flowed halfway down her back, loose curls swirling seductively around her shoulders and catching on the fabric of her pretty floral cocktail dress. Of course I knew who she was -- it was hard to imagine there was anyone who wouldn't know -- but this was the first time I'd seen The Muse in the flesh. And it was Valentine's Day! I wa...
A few months ago, I met this cute gal at Wal-Mart, and I decided to make her mine. Samira was her name, and this tall, curvaceous and deliciously big-bottomed Arab cutie looked simply gorgeous in a modest Hijab coupled with dark pants, and the drab blue uniform that all Wal-Mart workers are required to wear. I see pretty girls of all hues and faiths in the C...
Richard Edison wakes up the same way he always awakens after dreaming about his ex-girlfriend Juliet Zeboskey—frustrated. It's the same basic dream every time. He and Juliet meet up somewhere, then begin to make-out. Things get hot and heavy, reach a certain point, then it all comes crashing down when something intrudes or, as in this last dream, Juliet simp...
This last couple of weeks has been total bull shit. My relationship with my wife has been getting bad like an infection. Reflecting back, it seems to have changed big time when she started dieting in April of this year. Actually, she would just skip meals. She has always hated exercise. So I guess she figured to just not eat. She has a strong will and I love...
I wish I could think clearer than I do. I wish I could see things better than I do. Sometimes, when you can see everything, you miss the things that matter most. My job? Seeing. And I see a lot. In fact, it wouldn't be an understatement to say I see everything. Everything important, anyway. I stare down the screens packed into a small room, and make sure no...
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Sitting on the toilet inside the women's washroom of the Wal-Mart at Barrhaven, I sighed. That's right, pretty Muslim ladies in Hijab do fart, folks. Sorry if that shocks you. Seriously, I shouldn't have had that burger and those fries at the in-store MacDonald's restaurant. After farting a whole damn lot and basically dropping a deuce, I wiped my ass, pulle...
Salutations, dear reader. My name is Mario Jean Constantin and I'm a young man living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I was born in the town of Laval, Quebec, to a French Canadian mother, Beatrice Tremblay, and a Haitian immigrant father, Leonard Constantin. It's not easy being half black and half white in Canada, even though I grew up on the outskirts of Mo...