I stretched out in my big bed, fluffed my pillows and lay into them on my back. I so enjoy my bedroom and the energy that remains after fucking all night long. I love the scents that linger, and the taste of cum still on my lips. I played with my nipples, making them hard, and I lifted my right tittie to my lips and sucked. Yes, there was cum on my titties,...
Hey, there. My name is Gregory Jean-Pierre. A young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I'm twenty three years old and moved to Canada five years ago. These days, I attend Carleton University. It's where I met Madeline Franks, the love of my life. Life is okay these days, for the most part. I work as Assistant Mana...
This story has been inspired by two of Britain's greatest glamour models, but is entirely fictional. Security guard Dave Rivers yawned. It was proving to be a remarkably long day and he would be pleased when he could finish up and go home. It had been one of the slowest days he could remember and he was keeping his eyes open only with some difficulty. That...
Tucking my son Anwar into his bed, I stand there for a moment and sigh. Thank Allah for my husband Suleiman and our son. Anwar is a little miracle, his caramel-hued skin practically shining even in the dim light, his curly black hair framing his little face like a crown. My beautiful little angel. Come to bed mamas, a deep voice whispers into my ear as stron...
The name is Azizah Osman and I'm a young Black woman of Somali descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. When you think of a Somali chick, I bet you think of the robed, hijab-wearing, quiet and mousy Muslim chicks you see on the subway or at the mall. Well, I'm nothing like them dumb bitches. You see, I got a mind of my own, and I like to do...
What's good, Fam? I'm Kelvin "K-Man" Wattford and I'm a man with a big problem. Alright, let's get certain things out of the way. I'm a Bisexual man, deal with it. I make it with females and with dudes, well, certain dudes. I don't like effeminate males, I find them annoying as fuck. Sorry, but I've got to have some standards. That's not the issue in today's...
"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...
"Hey, buddy, it's okay to say 'excuse me' when you bump somebody," Landon Bouvier said to the tall, skinny young Indian guy who glared at him hatefully after bumping him, hard, on the bus. When the dude stared hard without replying, Landon poked him on the shoulder, at which point the guy muttered something unintelligible before getting off the bus. Passive...
It had been a long night in the North Carolina woods. I had just completed a ten-Kilometer night movement observing one of my platoons. The move had taken me through swamps and a chest deep stream. I was not in a great mood. I checked with the other OC and got the unit we were grading settled in. I told him I was heading back up to the Objective. "See you la...
"It's my life," Stanley Thurgood said to himself, and the big and tall, dark-skinned young African American man looked at the OC Transpo bus that sped away, leaving him stranded across the street from the Walmart located on Innes Road, in the east end of Ottawa, Ontario. The 94 bus sped through the highway, going toward the West End. Stanley knew that he wou...