The City of Ottawa, Ontario, is really an amalgamation of smaller towns, and the locals are fiercely territorial, though they express it in a passive aggressive manner. Take the suburb of Kanata for example. One of the capital's fastest growing areas, it has a rural look, yet it's home to high-tech giants like Avaya, Deloitte, Mitel and Cisco, luminaries of...
In case you have not read any of my previous stories, let me bring you up to date. I am a white male in my early 40’s living in the largest city in the southeast United States, Hotlanta. I work for the Postal Service as a letter carrier and the majority of my co-workers are African-American. This is great for me because I love African-American women. At work...
Another boring day in DFW he thought while sitting on the sofa, it was hot, gas is expensive, and everyone else was at work. After watching Super Troopers again, he got up and went to the computer. Several post on myspace referred to National nude day, which of course peaked his interested. He picked up his cell and called Heather, they been together for ov...
This is a side story inspired by amb anonymous' Black Power Virus, mixed with my own style. I asked and got the original authors input before uploading. ***** It started before the civil war and a slave name Daryl. He was the biggest black man any one had ever seen! At 8 feet tall he towered above his white slave masters, but a strange twist of fate made h...
Finally, my lady comes home. I've been waiting for her. In case you're wondering who this is, my name is Guillaume LeConte. I'm a young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario. I recently came back to the Capital of Canada from a long trip to the island of Haiti, where I was born. I missed my family terribly and just ha...
If you're Somali and you're gay or bisexual, you should keep it to yourself. These words of conventional wisdom, which I'd heard somewhere, echoed through my mind as I walked out of the Masjid located in Vanier, Ontario. Just an ordinary young man walking down the street, that's me. In case you're wondering who this is, the name is Mohamed "Mo" Shire, and I'...
Beverly returned to the office at 2:30 and there were no messages for her. She though about Rex and the beautiful lunch she had spent with him. Luckily she didn't wear a lot of makeup because her face had been so covered with his cum that when she washed it off, all of her makeup went with it. She could still smell his cum as she sat down at her desk. She wo...
It's Saturday evening, and my white lover is miles away and won't be able to come home for weeks at the very least. I'm restless. Since I can't have him, I want something to make me feel better - maybe some of that Southern delicacy, boiled peanuts, will do the trick. My son has taken my car for the weekend and left me his truck, which has been giving him tr...
Chloe sat at the edge of the bed and smoked, listening to the arguments downstairs. Her mom and stepdad had been at it ever since she'd gotten home. All around the room was in a state of chaos. Dirty clothes were scattered all over the floor, along with manga, CDs, and a bunch of other shit that she couldn't even recognize. A big Confederate flag was drape...
At first I didn't believe it was her. It had been at least three years since I seen her last. Jasmine. She looked beautiful. She swayed so slowly to the music. Her hips rocking back and forth. Her eyes closed, her pretty lips curved in a slight smile. Mesmerized, all I could do was stand in the middle of the crowded, hot dance floor amongst sweaty bodies and...