"Welcome to the team, handsome, oops, I meant P-Jay," Dolores Limerick said with a wink, and the six-foot-tall, curvaceous lady walked away, whistling as she made her way to the exit. P-Jay, also known as Patrick Jefferson, Algonquin College student and part-time security guard, pushed the button underneath his desk, activating the mechanical doors of the ca...
It was election day in the Town of Wintermoon, and people were hustling and bustling around town to get to the polls and vote. This was a very important election as people were tired of the old Mayor and wanted some new blood in office, someone that would look at things in the town with a fresh, clean eye. Wintermoon is a small town made up mostly of nativ...
"Ellen, get some napkins for our guest, please," said her mother. The thought of Ellen, his girlfriend's sister and possibly his future sister-in-law, walking by his line of vision to get napkins burst his fantasy of hugging and humping his girlfriend's mother and possibly his future mother-in-law. Afraid to turn his head in either direction for fear of be...
Abby sat in the crowded bar quite literally crying into her beer. Well her white wine to be more specific. Her third glass for a woman that only drank one socially. After five years, five long years in a relationship with Stuart it was over. Just like that. Over because he wanted to be polyamorous, he said. In plain Texan, he wanted to screw her and the woma...
Earth day? Naked? Really? It is? He couldn't believe his luck. He couldn't believe his eyes. His girlfriend is a super freaky naked Native American Sioux Indian. He couldn't believe that he was finally going to have hot sex with his girlfriend. Life is good. He knew there was something that he loved about Earth Day. What a wonderful day? He wished every day...
I'd always hated the thought of going back home to Kansas. After five years travelling with my work my contract ended and left me with enough cash to just relax and live off the small income my writing brought me. I'd grew up in a really small town that had very close relations with the nearby Native American reservation and they had decided together to shun...
Greetings, folks. My name is Algoma "Allie" Witashnah and I'm a young Aboriginal woman living in the City of Winnipeg, Manitoba. My father, George is Aboriginal, originally from the Sioux band, and my mother, Beatrice Kensington, is originally from Berkshire, England, but moved to Canada in the 1980s. I am the daughter of two worlds, but fiercely and proudly...
Author's note: I think a couple of things should be cleared up here. The username I use on this site is not the same as the author's name in this tale, but it is still me, just a pen name I use when I write. The pen name is a reference to the meaning of my first and middle names. That said, I realize it has taken a while to get this second chapter out, but t...
Where was she from? Nouméa? La Réunion? Algeria? Somewhere in the French post-colonial world. I can't remember. Or maybe I could if I cared enough to think. But I don't. And anyway that's not what's important. She wanted out. Out of her marriage. At first I had no clue. And no clue either of the part she wanted me to play. Adultery was important to her. Fu...
You should have seen the way they reacted when I walked onto the field the day of tryouts. I guess they really weren't expecting me. Like most Cheerleading squads in the United States of America, the ladies of the Easton University Cheerleading Squad were all skinny blondes. Well, I guess that's why I decided to give Cheerleading a try. My name is Emilie Jea...