Meet Ankita Rooj, a young Indian woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. She came to study business management at the University of Ottawa, and along the way, took a job as a cashier at Walmart to pay the bills. While there, Ankita met a young South Asian gentleman named Gagandeep, a handsome Sikh who stole her heart. Although Ankita and Gagandeep came...
I woke up on the floor. It took me a few seconds to reorient myself. I had just awoken from an erotic dream, and my mind was reluctant to let go of it. Once I'm fully awake I usually forget the content of my dreams, and I really didn't want to forget this one. It was beautiful and shamelessly erotic in a way that... Oh, crap. As I awkwardly sat up, I not...
Authors notes: please like and comment my stuff I desperately desire your feedback and approval. I am new at this and recently redid the intro hope you like it. A being beyond space and time whose goal is to torture, torment, pleasure and change his players in ways that you cannot begin to fathom for his entertainment and pleasure. He sits at multiple tables...
"Ma'am, are you alright?" came a voice, and I stared at the two uniformed men who stood a few meters from me, wondering why they felt the need to shine their flashlights in my face. I looked at them through dazed eyes, and smiled through bloodied lips. Oh, not my blood, I assure you. I fed on a vagrant earlier, and discarded him in a nearby dumpster. "Oh, I...
"Jamal, have you noticed that they never make any movies about Vampires in space? Our kind don't belong up there, bro, we belong on earth," says my friend, occasional lover and fellow stowaway Quinn Connelly, and I sighed, then flashed him the middle finger. The five-foot-eight, stocky, heavily tattooed and red-haired Irishman has pluck, I'll grant him that,...
This will make more sense if you read Jungle fever first. Kudos to Flavian who takes thoughts and makes them readable. Just like several years into most marriages, this story doesn't have much sex. ***** Jungle Fever, Ch. 2 ---The end of the Safari, but not the adventure As soon as Eric and his best friend, Sam, left for the airport, the rest of the gr...
Many thanks to Renee and Kent for their editing of this story. * Some of my old childhood friends and I were gathered at the local pub for planning what to do at our annual "Men's Club Party." Ronald Larsson was late, rushed in and shouted, "Can you guess what I heard at the Golf Club only a few minutes ago?" Nobody could, so he continued, "That super-as...
This story is a bit wordy and fairly long, so if you are looking for immediate gratification, you might want to look elsewhere. ------------- ----------------------- The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead (or just confused) is entirely coincidental. Please do not copy/redistribute the story, in pa...
Lilith Pinkerton sat inside the Bridgewater State College library, watching Adam Warsaw as he fought back tears. She'd only recently told him that she loved him. The short, blonde-haired and green-eyed South African woman bared her soul to the handsome young African-American scholar who stole her heart. Adam struggled to find the right words, and in the end...
My name is Henderson Friedrich. A tall, good-looking young black man from South Africa. Born to African and German parents. My father Heinrich Friedrich is a German philosopher who taught at one of the major universities in South Africa. My mother Annabelle Joseph Friedrich was an African Grad student whom he dated and eventually married. Sadly, she's no lon...