I first set foot in the Shawarma Sky restaurant in the City of Nepean, Ontario, a few months ago. I work as a loss prevention officer at the nearby Blue Store, the largest retail outlet in the area. The owner, Malik Al-Bouri, is a nice, forty-something Arab gentleman married to Nafisa, a tall, lovely and curvy, soft-spoken and doe-eyed, friendly and kind Afr...
For Jack, it started out as a usually boring morning looking after his mother's bookkeeping at the store. Jack was a fairly well built attractive teen prepared to attend university in the fall and would rather have been at school with his buddies rather than being cooped up here. Every morning he came in before school and stocked shelves and did the daily co...
Max and Helen Cranston moved into the farmhouse on 27 acres with the intention of raising a family in the country rather than the city. Unfortunately it was destined not to be and to make up for this loss they supported various child charities around the world and filled their home with a hodgepodge of unruly cats and dogs. They work at the local university;...
Marianna Vasquez-Anselmo looked at Peter Samson's sleeping form, and grinned. The tall, dark-skinned young man whom she affectionately referred to as her "Angelito Negro" or Black Angel, was asleep at last. Hard to believe that this loco American was the same guy she met eight months, when he barged into the Student Affairs Office at the Universidade Catolic...
"Mr. Lim, would you like to see my breasts?" She was staring up at him, her eyes fearful, for what ever reason that he might say no. He couldn't think of what he had done to be so lucky. Before this moment he had considered himself a failure of a man. His wife had left him for a limey bucktooth lawyer, Victor heard a few years later that his son blew his b...
My name is Hill. My friend's name is Billy. We are striking out to be rapist. We are both seniors and eighteen years old. It seemed a good rite of passage to rape some girls. It's what we do in Bronson County. A Sunday is dead boring here, except for all the raping going on. We walked into Rosie's County Park. That's the best place for raping. It's secluded....
It was Friday night and the club I worked in was very busy. I work there on weekends as a bouncer. Not much goes on there but it pays well and watching the women on the dance floor was a bonus I always enjoy. Being near campus made it a prime spot for the students to blow off steam. Anyway, it was Friday night and I had managed not to pull door duty, which...
The wheels spun uselessly in the snow, making a sorry attempt at a "woo-woo" sound. Fuck. Jess's eyes traveled to the blocked road sign that had caused her to swerve and she cursed again. Fuck. She was trapped in a snow bank and the heat was quickly dying in her car, the battery running low. It was far too cold to stay in her car any longer, and she knew tha...
We were watching tv in my Aunt Jayne's living room that unusually hot evening in June, 1958. My aunt, her next door neighbor Sally and I were wearing only our nylons and heels and a light sheen of sweat on our otherwise nude bodies. The large pitcher of lemonade and ice cubes in the middle of the coffee table was forming a ring of condensation on the table t...
WARNING: This is a FANTASY story. It may contain themes of consensual non-consent, slavery, dominance/submission, and/or extreme pain. Please do not try any of this at home. Do not try ANY fantasy with ANYONE unless you've discussed it in detail with them beforehand. Informed consent is fucking mandatory. ***** The following day began with me leaving the f...