I hate Ottawa, Amina Samundri thought to herself as she walked out of the MacDonald's restaurant where she'd worked for the past year. Today was the last straw and the young Indian woman knew it deep in her bones. After one too many arguments with her racist manager Anne Tremblay, Amina got in the plump old French Canadian woman's face and told her exactly h...
First of all, please forgive me for any spelling mistakes or for using simple words as English is not my first language. My name is Erik and this will be a story about real events that happened to me a few years ago. I was an exchange student in Northern California having arrived Austria. It was hard to live far from your family but being a student was alway...
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 in this story is of the legal age limit (18 years or older). ***...
Fortunately his Mom had not got round to making Rodney pose at home with those little straps, the posing straps sewn by the coach's mom. Not even with that new, tiny swim brief. They seemed to have vanished into his Mom's deep bedroom cupboard, firmly off limits to her son. This was the good news: no posing for the females. But Rodney began hearing strange r...
The next day, Amy stepped outside to go to work. She closed the door and turn around. An older lady stood right in her face. Amy jumped and screeched, putting her briefcase across her chest. "I hope I didn't scare you my dear?" "It's ok." Amy said while trying to catch her breath. "My dear, my name is Darla, the President of this home association and the...
I've already submitted two stories long ago, under the name of Romeo Alpha, and would like to continue my submissions. Here is my third submission, based on a true life story: * I was a young rebel in my days, when I was a lad of 22. I was always horny, and being an aggressive and accomplished fighter pilot in the Indian Air Force with a medal for being th...
Chapter 5: In the Pub and What Happened Next Em got to the pub before me, but was waiting for me in the car park. As tempted as I was to start asking questions, I kept my counsel; the evening had already taken so many different and unexpected turns, I didn't want it to take a wrong one. I slipped my arm around Em's shoulder and gave her a quick squeeze a...
The insistant voice brought me out of the haze my mind was in. "Ted? Are you all right?" I looked up, there stood Shannon. She runs the supply department, it would surprise most to see just how many items are required to keep a Massage Therapy College in business. Shannon is a nice normal looking woman, she has a huge mass of hair, so long that it really is...
Mrs. Prasad. She was the stuff boyhood fantasies were made of. I still remember her vividly after all these years have passed. 9 years exactly. She was my high school English teacher. At 5' 6", she had that typical build of an Indian woman – not skinny but not fat either, just the right amount of meat on her bones. She was of wheatish complexion with her bl...
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...