The name is Miguel Josiah Sanchez. My friends call M. J. I was born in the City of Santo Domingo, deep within the Dominican Republic, to a Haitian father and Hispanic mother. When I was younger, my parents moved from the Caribbean to the region of Ontario in the Confederation of Canada. The City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario, has been my home ever since. Be...
"Dad, are you my father?" The old man found the question so amusing that he giggled with his whole body. This induced a spell of coughing and when he recovered he turned, and with eyes twinkling with happiness, looked straight into the eyes of his daughter. "Rather late in the day isn't to ask that question?" "Yes, Dad, but better late than never." "How...
The nightmare was always the same. The dark surrounds me. I can hear her calling my name, but I won't turn around, I keep running toward the end. I don't know her name. I've never seen her face before. Her dark hair and pretty, deep blue eyes... they haunted me. In my dream, she is running towards me, begging me to let her explain. But I kept moving forwar...
The path I've chosen to walk is a difficult one, but I feel that it's the right one for me. My name is Tariq Rahim Alkaabi and I was born on the island of Failaka in the State of Kuwait. November 17, 1988, I came into the world. An undersized little brown bundle of joy, as my grandmother Bashirah would constantly remind me in later years. My father Abdul Alk...
Five Years Ago "Listen very carefully to me son, women are only meant for two things to make a man's life easier, and to give him sons," Dae-Jung's father told him in English while he looked from his office window with his hands clasped behind his back. "Your mother was good for such things. She never bothered me or even spoke out of place if she did she w...
The truth of the matter is that I have always wanted to be gang-fucked by a roomful of women. Don't get me wrong: I don't like pain, or shame, or humiliation, and I don't like being outed or laughed at. And the fact that I'm a priest sort of puts a damper on the whole "How would you ladies like to cluster around me, strip and control me, and use my naked bod...
Author's note: Yes, yes, I know, first I take liberties with history, then with geology. So you're thinking to yourself, does that woman's cosmological meddlings no know bounds? Oh, and as always, all previously applied caveats still apply! ***** Considering it's short life, the American Emporium Hotel was quite a sizable structure. Of course, a lot of str...
It was the summer after my junior year in high school. I had just turned 18 and thought I knew it all as I began hanging around with some wild friends. We started experimenting with sex, drinking and I attended a few parties where a lot of both were occurring. My family were devout Catholics and had raised me in a pretty strict environment so it was inevitab...
BORNA CHAPTER 3 - "I fuckin' hate this." cursed Abirad. He had slept badly. - "There's a chill in the air." I observed. Ignoring Abirad was the only possible approach to his complaints. If you answered him, he could go on forever. Borna nodded. "I feel it." There were eight of us. Seven and a half, really, however much Shant pretended that he was a warri...
Fathiyah Al-Fatah stood, resplendent in her beautiful white wedding dress, and gazed adoringly at her future husband Charleston Winston. The young Saudi Arabian woman smiled and silently reminded her future mate to steady his nerves. The big and tall young Black man was having an uncharacteristically emotional day inside the Saint Joseph Catholic Church in d...