One life to live, ladies and gentlemen. That's basically all we've got. My name is Sagal Jawari and I'm a young black Muslim woman of Somali descent living in the City of Toronto, Ontario. I study criminal justice at the University of Toronto, and these days, life is too hectic for words. It's not easy being a brown-skinned female and a Muslim in Canada. Eve...
Your name is David. You are a disgustingly skinny moron who has been a huge failure at life. You lost your job, you dropped out of college, and your semi attractive girlfriend broke up with you. Your head is shaved, your armpits stink and you have proven repeatedly throughout your life to have about as much common sense as a monkey. Like all men you have an...
This is an interactive version of my existing series of Freedom to Fuck stories, which can be found online pretty easily. In this Utopian vision of the future, women have no rights whatsoever and cannot say no to anything a man wants them to do. Advanced technology allows quick and simple body and mental modification, used by men to improve the women in thei...
First story, let me know what you think and if you notice any errors. Shea was new to Toron, a small town of a few thousand. It was relatively quaint and quiet, something Shea believed she needed after running a library in a bustling city of two million. It was a nice change with many large green lawns and towering hardwood trees draping their leaves over a...
In an alternate world, the constant threat of attacks by terrorists and criminals caused the public to become increasingly frightened. This fear pressed the government to create new regulations to help the people to feel more safe. Strangely, the government found that terrorist and criminal attacks were committed by females much more often than males. This r...
Standing on stage, the entire student body lay below my feet. My naked body illuminated and presented to all of them. Hundreds of eyes, all taking in my nude form. Legs shaking and heart racing, my hand dived between my legs. All while my eyes stayed focused on the faces of the audience. I studied the reactions and reveled in them. Many adults looked disgust...
It was the weekend. I worked hard all week and I needed to relax. I also needed sexual relief. I woke up and began searching online for a new spa. One with the right atmosphere. It's all about the atmosphere. Last minute massage appointments were usually hard to find. There were other Saturdays where I woke up feeling the same way, but could not find an open...
When Dennis came back to his apartment from his college job, April and Lorraine were both out shopping. This didn't surprise him, of course. What did stun him was the fact that Jake greeted him in the buff. That sight jolted him back to the memory that he heard his roommate admit to being bisexual yesterday. "Jake, I know that you swing both ways, but I'm s...
My name is Marvin James Brownstone. People call me Big Marvin because I'm a six-foot-one, 260-pound black man. I'm pretty in the face, though thick all over. I've always been a big and tall black man. I'm proud of my body, unlike lots of big folks who got self-esteem and body image issues. I'm healthy and I'm happy. What more could I want? There are certain...
Disclaimer: I do not own Nashville and have no association with anyone involved in the show. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** For a few precious months Juliette Barnes was actually happy. This was a newsworthy event. Literally. All the gossip magazines and shows had picked up on it, some even correctly guessing the reason for t...