Special Thanks to Katy Reznicek. She edits most of my stories and I love the way she edits. It never alters the essence of the story which is so important. ***** It was early morning one weekend. I walked out of my room to find my communist dad in the midst of a heated discussion with Dr. Sharma, his apolitical friend and a renowned psychiatrist in the cit...
I had not intended for there to be a Part 2 with regard to the Sheriff, but I was in dire need of violent reprieve from myself. I almost cancelled after an early morning conversation with a friend, but Minx always trumps logic. * "The fury of a demon instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from...
By the time we arrived at the Norman Manly International Airport in Kingston it was early evening and already dark, but when we stepped outside the air-conditioned airport we knew we had arrived somewhere deliciously warm compared to the city we had just come from. The sweet tropical scent of frangipani and jasmine was heavy in the air, along with the chirru...
Jackie found herself on her hands and knees with all four fingers of his left hand deep in her vagina. The index finger of His right hand was rhythmically thrusting in and out of her ass. Two hours earlier she was still undecided. The confrontation they had had was stupid and she knew she was at fault. Why she had become so upset when He had to finish thei...
Man, I am scared shitless. Seriously. Everybody is gunning for me and I don't think I can get away this time. I guess they lack a sense of humour in spite of my attempts at helping them gain one. So what if I accidentally caused a war? These things happen. At least, I think they do. Whatever. The name is Jeremy Saint-Pierre. A big and tall young Black man of...
I am an American on vacation in Europe for the first time. I have been here for two weeks and been in nothing, but meetings and conferences sustaining myself on stale muffins, runny eggs and day old coffee with boring co-workers for what seemed like eternity. It was my last night here and then I would be returning to my kindergarten teacher wife, dog and two...
NOTE: This story, while based on real people, is a work of fiction. Said real people have had their names changed to protect them (AND ME!) And sugars, I do hope you enjoy this....(if you ever read it. I get the feeling it's not in the right category for you.) I quickly changed the subject. I didn't want to get into that right now, I would start to cry, and...
Rick was fucking me with the biggest cucumber he had been able to find in the supermarket. He said he had thought about what it would be like to shove it in the cute little cashier at the checkout. I winced as he shoved the fat vegetable deep into my open pussy stretching my labia far beyond what his cock did. "Do you like that baby?" he asked. "Yes." I s...
"Don't call me mixed, dude, for your information, I identify as black," I said to the wannabe super-fly Latino dude in the Durag who stepped up to me. That fateful morning, I was at Bayview Station, waiting for the O-Train which would take me to the Carleton University campus. After hollering at me in Spanish, a language I do not speak, the bozo finally deci...
My name is Adam Wong. A young Chinese man living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I moved here from the People's Republic of China in the summer of 2009. I attend Carleton University, where I major in Civil Engineering. As the story starts, I'm walking out of the Police Station in downtown Ottawa where I had to clear my name due to an unfortunate...