Please lay off my faith, I thought angrily as I sat on the toilet seat inside the ladies room on the second floor of the university library. A couple of white chicks were talking trash about some Hijabi friend of theirs, her style of dress and Islamic faith apparently the focal point of their mockery. That's Canada for you. People up here smile to your face...
Disclaimer: A fanfic that's completely fictional that probably has never and will never happen? Why I never! Yes this is complete fantasy and never happened. As usual, feedback is more than welcomed! * *October 2014* Top headline: "DreamWorks casts Scarlett Johansson as Motoko Kusanagi in live action Ghost in the Shell." *Comments section* "NOOOOOOOOOO...
This is an utterly silly tale about a young man and girl who claims to be a witch, but it's really just about the sex. Enjoy! This is a story about the time I seduced a witch. Well, there might be some question about who seduced whom, but the outcome was the same regardless of who gets credit (or blame) for initiating the process. I met her in a café w...
Chapter 3 – Refusal to Serve at Le Petit Chat Noir Chef Dominique Mirabeau's driver was waiting at the airport. "Mademoiselle, my name is Luc and I will take you to Le Petit Chat Noir." He took her bag and led her outside where an old white Rolls Royce purred invitingly at the curb. He bowed his head and opened the door; she stepped in and the door clic...
I'm sorry for the long delay in the story. I would suggest reading the other two stories first, to get caught up on the plot and characterizations. But to make a long story short, Buck is a very tall scientist/engineer who returns to his college town for vacation. Penny is a very petite redheaded artist who had a secret crush on Buck from back in his college...
As I turned into Victoria Lane I contemplated the phone call that I had made a couple of days earlier, when I made my appointment. She had answered the phone with a low husky voice that raised expectations and aroused a weight deep in my belly, and I had been looking forward to this meeting for a couple of days now. The road was narrow and tree-lined, jacara...
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'...
[The Michelle in this story is the same girl as in these stories here and here. The protagonists are two City College of New York sophomores. All of the locations mentioned here existed in 1975. The Paradise Theater building is now a church.] ***** In May 1975 I gave my girlfriend Michelle a tour of my hometown of the Bronx. We decided to take her car for...
"I've seen you at a lot of Walmart locations, is that the only place your company sends you to work?" Caitlyn Sauve said, smiling faintly as she looked at the big and tall, ruggedly handsome, bearded young black man who stood before her. He stood a full three inches taller than her, dark, very masculine and majestic. For weeks now she'd seen him standing at...
Dismal. That was the best way to describe our ride home. Once the sexual high had worn off a bit, I'd transitioned from horny beyond belief to wondering just what the hell I'd done. What was I thinking? It was difficult to tell what Beth was thinking—as if any man had any sense of what women were thinking. But it didn't take a genius to deduce what a dumbf...