You have to work really hard to maintain the delicate equilibrium of a long distance relationship in order to make it work. The time apart, the distance, the lack of stability can wear on anyone's nerves. Even under the best of conditions, fragile long distance relationships can disintegrate, even if both parties want it to work. Add to the mix the pressures...
What am I going to do with myself? That's what I wondered as I sat inside the food court of the Saint Laurent Mall in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Of all the sexy ladies of all hues walking by, why is it that only SHE arouses me? I don't frigging know. All I know is that what I'm feeling isn't normal. And I consider myself a pretty normal guy. My name is Art...
"Damn, Beren, is every woman from Turkey this bossy or is it just you?" said Jabir "Jay" Akwasi as he looked at me hauntingly. The six-foot-one, handsome biracial stud looked good enough to eat as he lay on the bed, his hands and feet bound by silken scarves, his golden brown body shining in my dimly lit bedroom. Jabir is so tall, muscular and strongly built...
Baxter's awareness first touched on a world that was blurry, streaked, utterly strange and cold; when a wet leaf almost smacked itself against his face he lurched back instinctively, coming completely back to wakefulness. He was sitting in the cold rented Toyota, one of his hands on the steering wheel still. The near-gale raging outside had just deposited an...
My name is Fabiola Valentia Etienne. I'm a big black woman of Haitian descent. I'm a five-foot-ten, large-breasted, thick-bodied, wide-hipped and big-bottomed black woman who is very proud of every inch of her body. I weigh exactly two hundred and sixty pounds. I'm healthy, happy, and successful. By day, I'm a student-athlete at Bayden State College in the w...
Hey, there. How are you? My name is Jimmy L'Amour. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. And I am a really horny bastard. Always have been and always will be. Whenever I'm not at work or in class at Carleton University, I'm prowling the clubs, shopping centers and bars for some pussy. Make that B...
I noticed three things when I pushed open the door at The Morning Buzz. Some guy, cap on backwards, was sitting at a table near the left-hand side window, leaning over his laptop and licking his lips. An older woman, hair highlighted in bright red and dark brown, was sitting at a table in the back, trying to stir her coffee while a cellphone was tucked betwe...
A successful journalist is sitting inside his room, staring at a fireplace. A cacophony of sounds keeps reminding him of the storm outside. "Soothing," the man mutters to himself while stretching his arms. "I really hope this rain is going to provide me with a stream of creative ideas." "You'll have more than you bargained for," a voice can be heard. "Who...
As a warm humid evening envelops the countryside of eastern united states a convoy of three black Sudan's and a stretch limo race down a country road. A woman of middle eastern descent rides in the limo looking out the window aimlessly ignoring the female passenger sitting across from her. Daydreaming about the days to come she loses herself in thought drawi...
"Living in a purpose built block of flats for the over 50's can be a bit daunting unless you are the type to socialise and let you hair down a bit" I said to Julie who was on about feeling lonely in her small single flat. I was lucky because I have a double flat, my wife passed away some five years ago so I am left with the memories. "Did you love her, Ben...