Salutations, ladies and gentlemen. I'm Mistress KY, but my real name is Kyra Stonebridge. I'm a second year student in the computer science programme at Ryerson University. Most of my friends and family don't know that I am also a dabbler in the BDSM scene of Toronto, Ontario. Indeed, I am the fearless dominatrix who is here to rock your world. I'm five-foot...
From the time I watched her come into the Black Student Union in my first year at the University of Michigan...I knew she was walkin round with some bomb ass pussy. It's kinda innate in a way how I felt her aura and knew she would be a very sensual partner. I know this sounds hella basic but it's true. Along with that she had curves in all the right places f...
The hilarity of the BBC stories appearing across the internet has always amused me. The foot long dongs, the brainless men and women, the language used, the silliness of the whole "interracial" gamut, it is really very humorous, especially when the writers and readers take themselves seriously. I decided to write my own. Here we go... Thanks to my editors,...
"I love you, Rasha," Nagad 'Nana' Hussein said, and the young Somali Muslim woman gently wrapped her arms around her girlfriend. Rasha Singh beamed at Nana, moved to tears by her words. The two young women stood in the middle of the quad at Canada's Capital University, hugging tenderly and enjoying each other's company on an unseasonably warm night in late N...
"Here you go, Mona, take extra-strength, prescription Beano and you'll be fine," Dr. Ahmed Ali said to the curvy, Hijab-wearing middle-aged Emirati Arab Muslim woman, and he discretely handed her the gas medicine. Mona Habib nodded sagely, and took the bag, then walked out of the psychiatrist's office. She felt both relieved and embarrassed at having finally...
"Good evening, Serena, how are you?" Suleiman Machar asked the lady in his rather pleasant baritone voice. Serena silently observed him before replying. The tall, dark-skinned, ruggedly handsome lawyer stood in his office, looking at the City of Ottawa, Ontario, which sprawled beyond the window of his eleventh-floor office on Bank Street. The place looked de...
The way Jayson "Jay" Bright figured it, a man only lives once, and what's the use of having money to spend and time to kill if one doesn't take advantage of such things? After all, coming to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, hadn't been Jayson's idea. His old man, George Bright, founder of the Bright Lights civil engineering firm, wanted Jayson to go out and expl...
Pam awoke to the pleasant sensation of fingers caressing her pink lips. Having two large men inside both her holes the previous day had brought back the soreness and the caressing was helping greatly. She smiled and let out a soft sigh as she opened her eyes and looked at Tanya's smiling face. Tanya's voice was playful as she said, "Good morning, Pam." She...
Part 1 So I turn and look deep into your eyes, Ida, and you say I really should be heading home now as I have to attend to my Mom. As I hold your gaze, I start undressing you with my eyes and say ' I'll walk you home, Ida, it's not safe alone at this time of night'. As we move out of sight from the Kingfisher Restaurant, I squeeze your juutelengo, and tell...
When Suleiman, the man formerly known as Solomon Olivier, moved to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, from his hometown of metropolitan Montreal, Quebec, he initially saw a dead end. After all, as a young Haitian man who converted to Islam from a Catholic background, he was considered a pariah by his strictly Christian family and friends. Even among the Haitian co...