I have always been an inveterate journaller. I began on this journey when I was about five years old. I can remember my parents encouraging me to write something that happened during the day. It developed into a serious habit. I can't remember more than about three days where I haven't written at least something that happened to me. My story follows. It is...
This story, is in no way intended to offend any American Indian Culture. The characters, and the story, are strictly fiction. All rights are reserved. My hopes are that you enjoy reading this, as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please vote. I'm Jonathon, twenty years old, six feet tall, a hundred, and eighty pounds, and my hair, and beard are prematurely grey...
Preface This is a story about a trip I took in March 2020. For many reasons, I consider it the most exciting vacation I have ever been on. Every day was busy from early morning to late at night. I got to visit places such as the Grand Canyon and Zion National Park that I had wanted to see my entire life. It was a joy to finally experience these natural wond...
This story is fantasy, not intended to offend at all, no hidden negative messages to any group of people: it's JUST a fetish. Saying that I'd greatly appreciate feedback, suggestions, comments, prefer private messages as I like to directly communicate with those that send messages. Everyone involved in anything sexual in this story is of the legal age limit...
Disclaimer: The name of the characters are changed for privacy purpose and any resemblance to any person alive or dead is purely co-incidental. I will be narrating the story in two or three parts, depending on the feedback I receive. I am narrating it as it was narrated to me by my friend. It was raining incessantly for the last 3 days, and Poornima had r...
Spencer Stephens is a young man living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, and like many of his mates, he feels like he's got the world on his shoulder. Spencer's father, proud Jamaican-Canadian immigrant and Algonquin College professor Samuel Stephens expects his son to make something of his life. As for Spencer's mother, Croatian-Canadian immigrant and governm...
Ariana lying lackadaisically noted with sheer boredom it was raining. No chance to walk in the park to work. She would have to take the shuttle. She was told to take time off. Paul hadn't been gone for long. Their last conversation before he faded from her forever. She had no time to play the grieving, loving sister. "Ariana this is the truth don't take tim...
My name is Celine and my husband Sylvester. We are both of Indian origin. Our marriage was by arrangement as it is the custom back home in India. I came from a very poor family background, one of the six daughters to my dad who was in a clerical job. As it was the tradition, to get a daughter married, it cost an arm and a leg, especially for the dowry demand...
The flight was about to take off from the nearby airport for the UBSI (University of Bright Stone Islands) and its boarding process was almost done. The manager was about to close the boarding gate but abruptly came to a stop as he saw a boy running towards him waving his hands in air, signaling to stop him closing the gate. The boy was about 6ft tall and w...
I grew up in the outskirts on a medium sized city in the UK. We weren't poor or rich, just a solidly middle class English family. Education was really important to my parents and my sister and I both went to a local Grammar school (what would be called a magnet school in the US). One of my sister's friends was a beautiful Indian girl called Preeya. She had a...