Agent Johnson rubbed his eyes. It had been a long day, and was about to be an even longer night. He downed his third cup of coffee as he opened the door to his and Agent Heffner’s office. “Find anything new, Janet?” He asked, closing the door behind him. Agent Heffner sighed as she dropped the papers she was reading. “Nothing but this disc.” She presented th...
My husband of twenty-six years, father of our twenty-five-year-old daughter, just told me that he fantasizes about me sleeping with another guy while he watches, a black guy to be precise. At first, I didn't believe him. I thought it was a joke, but he didn't have a joke-like expression on his face. In fact, he looked nervous. Then I wondered if he had a d...
For the first twenty years of Vern Anglin's life, he hated himself for being bisexual, something which had much to do with his strict Mormon upbringing. After graduating from Brigham Young University with a business administration degree, he left behind his native Utah and estranged parents and moved to distant Ontario, Canada. Over the next ten years, Vern...
Walking through Loblaw's market on McArthur Avenue in the east end of Ottawa, Ontario, Fatima Sayyid practically sauntered about, a coy smile on her lovely face. The tall and curvy, beautiful and conservatively attired, Hijab-wearing Arab Muslim woman packed her cart with healthy food and walked unfazed through the throngs of customers moving about. I feel g...
This is a nice big comfortable car thought Sabrina, as her head bobbed up and down on the big thick black cock she was gobbling. She could feel the cockhead throbbing at the back of her throat each time her red painted lips slid down its length, and she knew that this stranger who had bought her drinks all night and given her a lift home from the club was re...
"Shhh, no talking in the City of Montreal library," Head Librarian Marguerite Belanger said with a stern smile, adjusting her horn-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, and she pursed her lips for effect. Working for the Montreal Library System for the past twenty five years, the six-foot-tall, curvy, brown-haired and alabaster-skinned, fifty-something l...
Stephen Bonheur here. What's up, people? Happy Thanksgiving! The Capital University campus library is essentially my second home, partly because I love to play around on computers in my spare time. Seriously, if I'm not at work or asleep, I'm usually at the university library. As a young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, bel...
"As Salam Alaikum, Miss Al-Sabhan, is Ahmed home?" Mohamed Hersi asked, as he stood at the door of the Al-Sabhan household. Fahima Al-Sabhan, the Riyadh-born, recently widowed lady of the house shook her head as she looked at the six-foot-tall, dark-skinned young East African Muslim man who stood before her. There was a hopeful look on the brother's handsome...
The apartment next door had been vacant for almost a year. One day I came home to find movers carrying boxes and furniture into it. The furniture was kind of odd looking, and everything smelled of incense. It was a few days before I met the new neighbors, and to my surprise it was an Indian woman and her son. She was sweet but seemed kind of sad and lonely....
The party was over. Almost everybody had left, leaving you and five of your friends alone. Aside from you, there was Miranda, Nicole, Sarah, Matt, and Tom. You've had a crush on Miranda since as long as you remember. She was perfect in your eyes. She had beautiful brown and you would love to run your fingers through it, or... lace your fingers in it as her h...