He left me. Because of him I moved to this fucking city, away from my family and friends, away from my comfortable little world. I sit here in my small room, with nothing to comfort me except my cigarettes and bottle of cheap wine. Tomorrow I will feel even worse; lovesickness and headache is a bad mixture. The moon laughs down at me, his ugly yellow mug der...
Why would I touch that little dick of yours? Don't get me wrong – I think it's adorable and I do love playing with it, but why would I touch it the way I would handle a real cock? When I was a little girl I had all kinds of cute little stuffed animals – bears, lions and tigers mostly. But, of course, I grew up to appreciate the difference between those toys...
This time, I know what to expect. Sort of. Didn't expect the Russians, but then the first time we were here together even you didn't expect the children's pool in one room, inflated but not filled with water. It's the club's 4th anniversary and my second time ever in a "lifestyles" club—love that euphemism; don't we all have lifestyles? This time I'm not...
My name is Kanisha Lambert. A big and tall ( six-foot-two by 240 pounds ) young Black woman of Haitian descent living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm a student at Carleton University, majoring in business administration. I'm also a member of the Carleton University Women's Rugby Squad. These days, life is confusing as heck. The international Haitian comm...
He opens the door. The cinema lobby, seemingly ancient and made before movies even existed, is replete with the finely woven carpets and fabrics Our Hero has grown accustomed to. Wooden doors made to withhold armies with metal bars far too heavy for the fair to grasp, much less use. It is, as so many places he's seen recently, a monument dedicated to givin...
My name is Joakim Johansson and I want to tell the world the real reason behind the marital problems of Tiger Woods. Do not even think that Mrs. Woods' anger was due to the little prostitutes Tiger runs around with, as she does not care a fig about them. In fact, she told him to go find a street slut to satisfy his unnatural need for oral gratification, as s...
Coming to this town was a mistake. Hell coming to this ranch was the mistake. Or staying once I got here and saw how it was going to be. Normally I drift into a place, find work for a little while and drift out again. Not this time. No this time I had to wander onto her little patch of the world. Her man died last year and now she's trying to make this plac...
I work as a security guard in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Not the most glamorous job in the world, especially for a guy in his late twenties who's close to completing his university studies in the Capital after a long hiatus from the higher education system. The name is Stephenson Jacques, and I'm a big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent with a sto...
"H-How do you want me to do this, exactly?" Jared angled himself strangely at the end of their hotel bed. "Well, how am I supposed to know? You're the one with the thingy that goes inside." Madeline adjusted herself awkwardly, trying to work her Reem Acra gown into position. She wanted a lavish ballroom gown, and that's what she got. Although on the expensi...
This editorial originally appeared under my real name in the newspapers I edit. The late historian William Manchester wasn't in the same class as David McCullough or others, but once in a while he would come up with some particularly good information. One example came in his never-finished biography of Winston Churchill, some years before he was thrust int...