Disclaimer: The name of the characters are changed for privacy purpose and any resemblance to any person alive or dead is purely co-incidental. I will be narrating the story in two or three parts, depending on the feedback I receive. I am narrating it as it was narrated to me by my friend. It was raining incessantly for the last 3 days, and Poornima had r...
Lying next to me after a night of passionate lovemaking, my wife Ayanna Abdikarim-Chandelier sighs in her sleep. The sight of her never ceases to thrill me. We first met while working as security guards at this museum in downtown Ottawa, Ontario. The tall, curvy Somali gal with the shy smile and lively eyes has haunted me from the get-go. You see, where I co...
Enjoy. Chapter 2: Getting hired. Three days later, Sean Ryan heard why he'd been called to snow-bound New York in the midst of January away from his home in 86-degree sunny Southern California. When he had first arrived, the Creative Convention people had merely commandeered a classroom for the meeting, but the President of Rockycreek wandered in before th...
Ladies and gentlemen, the discoveries we make about our significant others quite often change the way we feel about them. Sometimes, that can actually be a good thing. Yesterday I discovered something in my boyfriend Solomon Al-Rashid's apartment which forever changed my opinion of him. I've always thought of men from the African and Arab worlds as macho, do...
I don't know why every man I meet in the dating world wants me to dominate them. Just because I'm a six-foot-two, blonde-haired and green-eyed, athletically built Caucasian woman who gets called Amazon by onlookers at least once a day doesn't make me a dominatrix. I just want to make this painfully clear before we get started. My name is Hilda Von Rossbach a...
My name is James Roy. Friends call me J. R. Who am I? A five-foot-nine, stocky and kind of hairy biracial guy with short hair, light brown skin and pale brown eyes. I work as an accountant with Atkinson & Rhodes in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. Got my degree from Suffolk University sixteen years ago. I'm forty two years old, dreadfully single and slig...
The fresh priest standing in front of me sways his weight forward. "Who are you?" His dark tone nudges off the stone walls of the bell tower. He is quite handsome for a man of the cloth, and unusually robust. A roughness under his placid demeanour darkens his boyish face. He should be nervous, not starved. Tilting my shoulders, my dress slips down my body...
Mistaken identity, it can happen to the best of us. In my lifetime, I get mistaken for two things which I've got nothing against ( but happen not to be ) almost on a daily basis. People think I'm Hispanic, and they also routinely ask me if I'm a lesbian. Apparently I have a certain "look". Seriously, what does a lesbian look like? I'm five-foot-nine, stocky...
I love cards. Specifically, card magic. I learned my first card trick when I was 10, and started learning seriously at 15. The thing about cards is, you can show your magic up close and personal rather than far away on a stage. Soon, I started getting attention from my classmates, which was a great thing for a socially awkward guy like me. I may be an amateu...
Until the day I die, I will fight you bozos. Seriously. My name is Eric Wahid, and I'm a guy with problems. I was born in the City of Nabatieh, Republic of Lebanon, in early February 1987. My father Joseph Wahid is Ethiopian and my mother Catherine Al-Mansur is Lebanese, of Maronite Christian extraction. I lived an ordinary life in the City of Beirut with my...