Bad people. They exercise an undue influence in our lives. My name is Richard Saint Preux, and I am a man standing alone. Working hard all summer long so I can pay for my classes at Carleton University come September 2012. Not easy when I only make a little over seven hundred and fifty bucks every two weeks as a Security guard in the City of Ottawa, Province...
The first time I spotted her, I was working at this big grocery store in the East End. Ottawa is a boring town but fellas like me know how to make our own fun. The key is having an open mind and seizing opportunities when they come your way. Working as overnight security isn't the most glamorous job in the universe but it does pay the bills. I'm in my third...
Background My wife and I live in a medium size Southern city. I had been a mid-level executive in the local office of a national firm. My pay had always been good, enabling my wife to stay home and live a more or less "country club" existence. This all came crashing to an end several months ago however when I was laid off due to a company merger. Things got...
Hello and thank-you for taking the time to read my first of what I hope are many stories. Please let me know what you think of my first attempt at some erotic prose. Compliments are gladly accepted and hopefully complaints will be minimal. I am going to ask you now to let me know if you feel what you are about to read is a true story or work of my imaginati...
The clock had just struck seven by the time Noemi Velez stepped into her small basement apartment and reached for the light switch by the door. No sooner had the room filled with light, the thirty-six-year-old Puerto Rican woman went right to her computer and booted it up. Two months ago, the Assistant Store Manager at Food King didn't even own a home comp...
I was home, alone. Enjoying the solitude of a rainy day, the comfort of my own surroundings, and the secret thrill of wearing a sweater, frilly pink boy short underwear, and thigh high stockings, and nothing else. My hair was messy, my two braids still in place but with many flyaway tendrils. I moved about my housefrau duties; washing dishes, loading them...
The Woman checked her hair in the mirror before she shooed the kids out the door. She dropped them off at the sitters and off she went to the grocery store for the week's supplies. It was an ordinary start to an ordinary day. The Woman had on a pair of new jeans and they fit tight. Her ass was plump and filled them out with little room to spare. The crotch...
"Excuse me please, ma'am, are you Ethiopian?" I asked the tall, slender yet curvy, raven-haired and brown-skinned young woman standing behind the counter at the little shop located inside Lincoln Gardens Station in the west end of Ottawa, Ontario. I knew the answer, of course, since Ethiopians and Eritreans have a distinct look, but I really wanted to make c...
Hello, there. My name is Shannon McLeod and I'm a young Irishwoman living in the city of Brockton, in the state of Massachusetts. A five-foot-eight, blonde-haired and green-eyed gal in her early thirties. Don't let my model-like good looks fool you. I'm one tough cookie. Currently, I'm a patrol supervisor working for the local police precinct. My all-time gr...
Sheriff Carl Jenkins sat at his desk pondering possible ways that would give him access to Malcolm's property. The main problem was that Malcolm Matheson was a white man, a well respected white man from a well respected family with strong ties to the community. If he was a colored man the Sheriff could pretty much handle the situation anyway he saw fit. T...