It really wasn't my fault, I wasn't planning on being seen, let alone caught. I was enjoying myself immensely, the pleasure that was running through me was intense. I had blocked all of reality from coming into the encompassing pleasure that was two different vibrators. One pressed deep inside my asshole, the other pulsing away on my clit. All the while I th...
Another boring day at Carleton University. The Capital of Canada can be a quirky environment. The only place on the planet earth where I can feel both invisible and the object of unsaid, unuttered hostility at the same time. Even on a campus teeming with East Indians, Arabs, Chinese and others among throngs of Caucasian students, being Black and male makes o...
Man, foursomes are simply the best. Trust me on that one. My name is Derek Saint-Augustine. A young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I attend Carleton University, and I've lived in Ottawa since 2009. I moved there from my hometown of Chicago, Illinois. My folks sent me to Ontario because I got in a lot of trouble in Chicago...
The characters of Dean and Sam Winchester (and Bobby Singer) are from the TV series Supernatural and are owned by Eric Kripke and the CW Network. I love to write about the Winchesters; the characters and the men that play them are so sexy! They sure make it easy to come up with story ideas. Sam Winchester sat in the corner of the cozy coffee shop typing...
So, um, I was at the University of Alberta library in downtown Edmonton, quietly doing research for my Law term paper due in three days when I actually saw something...amazing. I was taking a much needed study break after hours of writing, and since all the coffee I'd been drinking shot straight through me, a brother had to pee quite badly. When nature calls...
What's a girl got to do to find the perfect cock? A whole lot of searching, first of all. Second of all, a whole lot of fucking. Not that I ever minded. I had searched far and wide for the perfect cock, trying as many of them as I could possibly handle, using them all as my own personal fuck sticks until I had my fill. It was the best life, filled with cream...
This is a parody... It is not real *** Kelly Ripa was sitting at her desk, on the phone with a network executive, talking about a future network special. "Yeah yeah, make sure the money's right. I'm a big star and I expect to be paid accordingly." Kelly was haggling over money, while her male secretary, Jeffrey, was on his knees eating her beautiful, clean...
"They're talking about us, they're mocking us in Arabic," Yolanda Aoun said softly, her head down as she spoke. The young Lebanese-Canadian woman stood in line at the box office at the Scotiabank Movie Theater in Gloucester, Ontario, accompanied by her lover Marcus Jefferson Dixon. Normally calm, cool and collected, the towering, Chicago-born brother bristle...
I first spotted him walking around the Bay Shore Mall one fine Thursday morning. What started out as yet another dark, boring mid-August day in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, brightened up real quick for yours truly thanks to a certain vision of masculine beauty. Tall, lean and athletic, with chocolate-hued skin, short, curly black hair and a goatee. This one...
I didn't have a cell phone in the nineties. Even if I did, text messaging wasn't a thing. I had an email account through my university, but plenty of people still weren't using email. And even if they were you didn't always know their account. So I had no way of communicating with Angela. I certainly couldn't call her home phone. She was my aunt's step d...