Background: After winning a bet with a demon in a dream, you are able to mind control whoever you please. "We're going to see the park", your mom says to you before leaving the hotel room with your dad. You pretend that you're asleep until they leave the hotel. When you're sure that they are gone, you spring up out of bed and call...What's next? M...
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...
The plan was finally set. Me and my friend Chris were going to drug and have our way with his little sister, John, his Mom, Lisa, and his Grandma, Doe. We planned on doing it when his Dad was going to be out all night at a job, and already got ahold of the stuff we needed to get them. John, had just turned 18 and actually very cute, even if a bit on the chu...
I dropped the letter after I´d read it, I was shocked. Not about my uncle dying mind you, he had been sick for years and frankly he seemed to look forward to it. But instead of leaving me with a large sum of money or a car or something like that he left me a small amount of money and his MILF SEX SLAVE!? Like, who does that!? The second letter told me to co...
"How's life, Steve? You look troubled," Ayesha Abdulmajid said as she looked pensively at the big and tall young black man who lay in her arms. Steve looked at Ayesha and gently stroked her lovely face, running his hand through her long, curly black hair. From the moment he first laid eyes on her inside that Tim Horton's one frosty December morning in the Ci...
The name is Stephen Voltaire. I'm a big and tall young Black man who's recently moved from the American city of Brockton, Massachusetts, to the unknown urban wilderness of Ottawa, Canada. So far, I don't much care for the Republic of Canada. Too many white people, for one thing. However, the city of Ottawa itself was fairly diverse. There are lots of Asians,...
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I’d been working as a doorman of this club called The Loft for two years now. It was a good job. Good pay, $30 an hour. Flexible hours so I could study during the week, I typically only worked Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights. People always asked, doesn’t it suck having to work every weekend while they got to drink? Not really. I was used to working weeken...
There is something to be said about Fate, seriously. That which you run from typically pursues you. Seems to be the way of the universe. My name is Stefano Saint-Mathieu, and I'm a young Haitian man living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I'm a student at one of the Canadian Capital's leading universities, and I also work as a security guard downtown. These d...
Your name is David. You are a disgustingly skinny moron who has been a huge failure at life. You lost your job, you dropped out of college, and your semi attractive girlfriend broke up with you. Your head is shaved, your armpits stink and you have proven repeatedly throughout your life to have about as much common sense as a monkey. Like all men you have an...