"Trevor Villeneuve, what the fuck are you looking at, pervert?" came a shrill feminine voice, interrupting me as I sat at a computer on a remote corner of the Learning Commons sector in the Carleton University library. There I was, discretely watching porn instead of working on my assignment for my Surveying And Graphics class. I'm in the civil engineering p...
"Hello, Mistress Soleil speaking," came the sultry female voice on the other line, and Andy Pierre smiled, not believing his luck. The big and tall young Black man lay on his bed, inside his residence on the Carleton University campus. It was a frosty November evening in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, but things were about to get steamy for a certain brother.....
What does a lesbian look like? In most people's minds, when they envision a lesbian, they think of a short-haired, masculine white chick in a flannel shirt. The prototypical butch lesbian citizen of Western society. Well, I am a lesbian and I definitely don't look like that. My name is Fatouma Aden, and I'm a young Somali Muslim woman living in the City of O...
I wish people would stop romanticizing the lives of vampires. Seriously. To think I was actually one of those people, once upon a time. I liked Dracula 2000 and the Twilight movies, and don't even get me started on Blade and the Underworld film series. Yeah, I devoured all things vampire. Now that I'm one, life kind of sucks. My name is Tariq Suleiman, but m...
"So, um, after five years together, you see fit to tell me that you like my farts?" Jeanne Junie Anglade asked as she sat across from her fiancé Stephen Legros inside the food court at the Blair Shopping Center in the east end of Ottawa, Ontario. The young Haitian woman looked at the big and tall, dark-skinned brother who leaned back in his chair, a satisfie...
As Salam Alaikum. My name is Afaf Said. Tell people that you're from the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia and they make all kinds of assumptions about you. The one I hate the most? Oh, simply the part where I'm supposed to be oppressed, and also filthy rich. Somehow, when I think of an oppressed person living anywhere in the world, I don't envision them being filthy...
"How's life, Steve? You look troubled," Ayesha Abdulmajid said as she looked pensively at the big and tall young black man who lay in her arms. Steve looked at Ayesha and gently stroked her lovely face, running his hand through her long, curly black hair. From the moment he first laid eyes on her inside that Tim Horton's one frosty December morning in the Ci...
As has often been said, men in unexpected situations think with what's between their legs, not their brains. As a woman, I am happy to report that this is true, at least a large percentage of the time, because it benefits me. Got one helluva story to share with you, ladies and gentlemen. I am Farah Hussein, a tall, curvy and lovely Somali-Canadian Muslim sis...
"This party was off the chain," Marc Lucien said to his good buddy Shelton Aurelius, as the two of them sat on the couch. It was four o'clock in the morning and the two young Haitian men had come home from Bourbon Room Night Club, one of the hottest spots in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. They were a bit drunk, which is in and of itself perfectly okay. Marc's...
This is the second installment (on Lit) of Overlapping Circles. OC follows the lives of four fictional characters via their journal entries. I write for fun. There are probably mistakes that make my English teachers wonder if I ever showed up for class but, whatever. - Olivia: 28-October-1989 I met a guy at a frat party and had sex for the first time! It...