Author's note: boy this stuff is hard work, it's in my head but I have to get the words right. Keep the feedback coming, por favor. Gracias. Breathe. And keep running. Kenya's pushed forward, with the grace of a ballet dancer yet with the quality of a seasoned runner. She did this almost everyday, like clockwork. Running had seemed to become a part of Keny...
As Salam Alaikum, dear reader. I thank the Most High for bringing you here. I have something important to share with you. The lives of Muslim women fascinate folks from the outside world, especially in the West. As the eldest daughter of a Libyan immigrant family, I have a complicated life, to say the least. My name is Salwa Zeidan-Harrison, and I am a young...
"Wake the hell up, Samson, we're going to be late for class!" Those words, coming out of my girlfriend Farzana Hashemi's luscious lips, roused me out of a very good and restful sleep in a quiet corner of the Algonquin College library. I looked up at her through sleepy eyes, and forced a brave smile. Man, I am extremely T-I-R-E-D today. "Sorry, bay, I didn'...
“Candice!” I heard my name being called from across the quad. I was sitting on a bench trying to absorb this last bit of philosophy knowledge before my final, but it was far too hard to concentrate on books when the day was another perfect Denver afternoon. Jesse, my best friend, was hurrying toward me with the biggest smile on his face. “Candice! You are ne...
My name if Frank. I'm a large black man, 48 years old, 6'4", 280 lbs. I have the hots for my best friends Mom. Not so unusual? Well, my friend is only 24 years old, His Mom is 45 and they are white. I've wanted this woman from the first time I ever saw her. Nita has a very pretty face, Short blonde hair which she keeps styled very nicely which emphasizes...
Carolyn had never felt so low. Her whole world seemed to be collapsing around her. Ever since the night almost a week ago, when John had stormed out of the hotel room and out of her life, everything had ceased to have any meaning for her. She ate, dressed, worked and slept like a zombie. She picked up books only to throw them down again minutes later. She h...
Chapter 1—First meeting! Before I get into telling you all about M Chan, I'll need to give you some background information about myself and how all this came to be. Remember that all this is true and that I will need to protect everyone's privacy, thus there will be code names for the people involved and some of the places in this story. I'm a Canadian th...
"Wait," Race told the cab driver as he opened the cab door. The Vinchelle residence was a two-story Georgian colonial, with a straight flagstone walkway leading to the door. Race walked it like a last mile. He pressed the doorbell with trepidation. He was somewhat relieved when the door opened, and a bearded white man, maybe an inch or two taller than him, a...
The National Association of Women University Deans Part I "I'm going to fuck the nigger," Prof. Sharon Vinchelle announced to her husband as she stood at the door of their study. Her husband, Jacques, looked up from the stack of essays he was grading, nodded imperceptibly, and returned to his work. His wife turned and repaired to their bedroom, where the te...
The name is Jamal Joseph Williamson. I'm a six-foot-two, lean, broad-shouldered and athletic man with caramel-colored skin and sharp, handsome features. I've always been good-looking and the way I see it, it's a kind of power. Ever see someone beautiful walking down the street? People can't help but look at them. That is power, my friend. It's a power that w...