Sammy Joe looked down to the street below her posh 12th floor window office. The evening traffic had built up and it was getting darker. She had to stay late at the office because her boss wanted her to oversee the new server being installed. It was a blessing in disguise for her because the very same IT guy she had to manage that evening happened to be he...
Appendicitis. A weird and difficult word. What it meant was that the reason why Ricardo's mother had been in such pain the past few days, the reason why she had walked bent over double, wincing with pain as she went about her business, the reason why she had collapsed at work and had to be taken to the hospital in a hurry, the reason why she had to have an o...
I met the middle distance team, both male and female, at 7 AM the next morning for our three mile warm-up run. Well, for their three mile warm-up run; I was on roller blades. There were the four girls from the day before and seven guys. "Why do you get to roller blade?" one of the guys asked. "I wanna feel some shared sacrifice from my coach!" The guys and...
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"Mmmmmm, that feels good," Sophie moaned as Mike flicked at her earlobe lightly with his tongue before moving to suck the side of her neck, causing her to writhe against him in pleasure, her eyes shut as she reveled in the sensations he provoked in her. The last few weeks had been utterly perfect - Mike had been nothing but sweet and attentive, and him con...
Hey, there. My name is Gregory Jean-Pierre. A young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I'm twenty three years old and moved to Canada five years ago. These days, I attend Carleton University. It's where I met Madeline Franks, the love of my life. Life is okay these days, for the most part. I work as Assistant Mana...
Richard surveyed the misty grey scene from his front door. There was nothing worse than trying to get the enthusiasm to go to work when the weather was dismal, apart maybe from having to walk the two miles of course. He toyed with the idea of taking the bus. But no, walking to and from work each day had certainly shifted the excess weight that sitting in fro...
This starts out a bit slow, but picks up speed. I'd recommend reading the first installment on Carla to gain some background I omitted in this story. Enjoy, please comment (be polite, be constructive!). I know I must have had a dumbfounded look on my face when Carla handed me those soaking wet panties. The only thing I recall, even after thinking about it...
Jack looked out the window when he noticed the light turned on in his neighbor's bedroom. He glanced at his watch, 11:00pm, bedtime. He got up from the recliner and, instead of closing his curtains like a respectable man, he turned off the lamp so he couldn't be seen watching. Diane never closed her curtains. Maybe she was just naïve, or even better, an exh...
It was such a perfectly mundanely normal day until I walked into that building. I was on a long drive and I hadn't seen a place to stop and get a soda for a hundred miles. When I finally came to a building that looked like it might be open, I could see it was a little run down but there was a soda machine outside the front entrance. Perfect. If only I had...