My name is Sally and at the time of my story I was 19 years old. I had married at eighteen and regretted it soon after. The trouble with my husband was that he thought he was a good lover. He wasn't. He was good at the romantic bits of foreplay, bunches of flowers, chocolates, kissing and caressing. Unfortunately for me - or any other woman for that matt...
My name is Derrick Jean-Renald. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I'm originally from the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec. While growing up in the Haitian-dominated suburb of Montreal-Nord, I wasn't exactly an angel. I got into some trouble, and my parents sent me to my uncle and aunt's...
Good Lebanese girls don't suck black dick, I silently told myself as I wrapped my lips around Gary Davilmar's long and thick cock. Sitting on the bed, the burly young Haitian groaned in pleasure and ran his hand through my long, curly black hair. I looked up at Gary and he winked at me, silently urging me to continue. I'm already on my knees so I might as we...
"I'm pregnant." I waited for him to say something, he sat there for a long time just looking at me. Finally he spoke, "What?" Was all he said, I couldn't tell the difference in his voice so I didn't know if he was mad or not. "I said I'm pregnant." I repeated myself hoping he would say something other then what. My plan worked, but I didn't like wh...
"There goes another one," Mariam Akkad said to herself, sighing as she read the Metro newspaper. The lengthy article on the front page described a fatal encounter between a mentally ill Somali man and members of the Ottawa police. According to the article, a certain civilian oversight authority was investigating the case to decide whether or not the officers...
When I'm home alone, sometimes I get a little curious. My parents got a deal not long ago and decided to get a cable package with more channels than I knew existed. It took me a while and a lot of channel surfing, but I came across about 5 channels that were porn. I've never been into that sort of a thing, but I have to admit, knowing it was there made me wa...
I guess it all started about 10 years ago. I was 30-ish, single, considered beautiful by most, and once in awhile enjoyed a drink or even a good smoke. The booze I always got from a local liquor store with a card for 10% off. My smoke on the other hand, was a road trip. I always got from the same person. Dicky Leeds. This guy was like this Vietnam vet or s...
The old house on River Road creaked and groaned loudly, almost as if its elderly bones hurt. Nobody heard the sounds because the house was empty and had been since the last owners abandoned it in 1924. The grass had been taken over by straw grass and weeds. The bushes were over grown and scrapped against the clapboard siding. The screen door hung askew by on...
Copyright Oggbashan January 2015 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons. ************************************************* I stood in f...
They were finally on their way Abby thought as she sat on the plane waiting for take off. Her husband sat next to her reading one of the magazines he bought at the airport. She knew he needed this break; he worked at a large company. She doesn't really know what it is he does even though he's explained it a hundred times but its so technical it goes over her...