We lost the election, and we weren't being gracious about it. The gloomy "victory" party ended hours ago and the two dozen or so of us campaign workers who hadn't stormed off into the night sat in small clusters along the walls of the hotel bar. From a raised platform near the front of the room, a DJ wearing unnecessary sunglasses broadcast some Taylor Swif...
The sun rose over Ontario, bathing Canada's most populous Province with its pale light. I rose with the sun, as I always did. It's a habit I had since my days in Florida. I grew up in the Little Haiti area of metropolitan Miami, the son of proud Haitian immigrants David and Marie Saintil, a corrections officer and a cab driver, respectively. My name is Jacqu...
As a senior partner at a high-powered law firm in the Bay Street block of Toronto, Ontario, I wield a certain amount of power. The kind that a woman of my age and background isn't supposed to wield, at least in the eyes and minds of many, even in this supposedly liberal, racially diverse and progressive North American metropolis. Wherever I go, I attract the...
Brian refused to let Giselle go. She was going to be his and they were going to raise their baby together. He frantically rose up from the bed and ran after her. "Giselle!" his voice boomed and ricocheted off the walls of his hallway. His voice caught her off guard and she spun around and saw him standing there angry and naked. She didn't know whether to...
The day of the performance Victoria and I were quietly relaxing in the hotel pool. We were splashing around and enjoying each other's company. She wore a great bathing suit that didn't do much to cover her impressive body. We moved over to the hot tub where we simply held each other tight and enjoyed the warmth surrounding us. We had the entire pool area res...
Janet "Oh my. Oh. Yes, Yes, Yes, work it. Right there, yes." He was finally done. He rolled over and was gasping for air like he was in a marathon. "You liked it baby?" Dixon asked. I put on a fake smile. "Baby, do you really need to ask?" Couldn't he tell by the fucking fake screams? "You right baby. I'll see you in the morning." Every time I l...
Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up. I do not make money from these stories. Please do not copy and plagiarize my work. I didn't plan on revisiting this series again until a fan reached out to me and told me how much they loved these stories. I was still hesitant to br...
Fetish and bondage modelling is something, I've always thought about and now I've decided to take it up. It compliments my escorting, and it's a Muslim friend of mine who encouraged me to take it up. Zayna, is dark skinned, dark haired and green-eyed British-Pakistani girl who has been doing fetish and bondage modelling for a while. She introduced me to litt...
"Hey Niykee, this is crazy. Would you go on a first date with me in Olympic National Park this weekend?" Niykee remembered Donovan, the guy who sent her the text. Her producer had rented out the Sky Bar to throw a promotional party. She was sitting with her girlfriends at the far end of the pool at the table with the glass railing that opened up a full view...
Up until about 2 months ago, I never thought of myself as the hookup type. I used to tell myself I only wanted to have sex with people I loved. After discovering the enjoyment of friends with benefits, that standard was lessened to a necessity for platonic love. And after one too many dry spells, it was lessened one last time— I decided I'd have sex with alm...