A lot of women the world over are convinced that good men don't exist, especially in the Black community. Meet a hard-working and decent brother who's up shit's creek without the proverbial paddle. What happened to this young man isn't race-specific, indeed, it could have happened to any young man regardless of his background. Rejection and friend-zoning, al...
"Masuma Assad Khalid, you are certainly a controversial young woman," Ali Crawford said, smiling at the Hijab-wearing young South Asian Muslim woman sitting opposite him. The two of them sat inside the Bridgehead Café located in downtown Ottawa, within walking distance of various businesses and government buildings, including Parliament Hill. At this hour, t...
My hour night comes around at last. All day I felt its pull. I knew I had to be far away from Ottawa, Ontario, before the full moon rose. So I boarded the bus to Kanata, and wandered into the vast fields near the town's business center. Everywhere I looked, I saw absolutely no sign of human life. This, only a few dozen miles from the Capital. Wow. At last I...
"Mr. Gordon, if you don't come back to the clinic for your follow-up, the immigration medical results won't be submitted to C.I.C. and your case won't proceed," said the receptionist, a red-haired, chubby young white woman with a cold, super-fake smile. I stood in front of the receptionist desk inside Grandview Medical Center, the medical testing facility lo...
Chapter 4 : The Interview James sat on the simple wooden chair beside the desk, his wrists still cuffed behind him. A uniformed officer stood beside the door, ignoring him. Her tailored and laundered uniform contrasted with the shabby surroundings. Her jet black pencil skirt showed no speck of dust, her short sleeved shirt bright white, pressed and cut to...
They say you can never go home again, and I guess in my case that's all too true. The name is Abdulaziz Hussein and I'm a young man living in the City of Ottawa, province of Ontario. I was born in the town of Jeddah, in the Western coast of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia, to an Ethiopian mother and Saudi father. A year ago, everything in my life was going so we...
"Can I help you, bud? You've been staring at me and following me for a while," Jamal Stephens said, and the big and tall young black man glared angrily at his latest stalker. Just another creep who became fascinated with Jamal and started following him around. This wasn't an act of cruising but straight-up stalking, the one thing which Jamal doesn't tolerate...
This story is a role-playing session conducted by me and my partner going by the name of HeyoHeyo, slightly adjusted and edited to be suitable for publishing. Sarah -- SwizzleRich's faithful OC Jackie (red gloves, futa) & Jill (blue gloves, female) -- HeyoHeyo's OCs Much luv. ~SwizzleRich ----------------------------------------------------------------...
Why? MikelG Thanks to all the great writers on this site which inspire me DG, Ohio, Just Plain Bob and others, I hope you enjoy my story! There are sexual passages, so be advised in advance! * Friday- Living in wealthy Orange County, some things we just take for granted, like the sun will rise in the morning and set at night, there will be oxygen to bre...
MURDER MYSTERY WEEKEND Part 4 Saturday - late As I walked down the stairs, I realized that I had just had sex with two beautiful women within a span of 24 hours. That was a first, for me. I also realized that I reeked of sex. I slipped into the den, hid my pieces of paper, and changed into my swimming shorts. Regardless of how cold the water might be, I nee...