Ch. 3: The Evil Mrs. Nguyen Hanna came to my place to tell me more about Ted and herself. As soon as she came in, I knew my friend was in distress. "What's the problem, Hanna?" "I tell you what happen. I go out with Ted now three month so I think we almost old married couple. So, I think it OK tell my friend where I have work who my boyfriend. I say them...
VIIGreen Grass of HomeTamara2092 After the many months of uncertainty and anxiety since Tamara had began her desperate exodus, it could only be a relief to finally arrive at the Broad Oak Refugee Centre just outside the Ashton Lovelock gated community. She'd have been naive if she'd imagined that her welcome would be especially warm simply because the gover...
"Hmm, come on, Mr. D, we both know you love this ass," Madeena Wardak said coyly, and the curvaceous young Afghan Muslim woman smiled and bent over, outwardly sticking her bum. For most of her life, Madeena hated her curvy body, her surplus flesh, and yearned to be like those tall, slender girls in the covers of magazines like Elle and Cosmo. This sad state...
I first met Mohammad when I was a girl. He was 15 years older than me. I was 16 and he was the senior mechanic in my Dad's garage in Tel Aviv. I remember watching his body, as he would sweat under the boiling Middle Eastern sun. He would put down his wrench, peel off his shirt, and then grab a Cola, which he would drink in the yard. I would finger myself an...
I woke with a stale taste in my mouth, too much champagne and sex. A toothbrush and a cup of tea and I'd be as good as new. Extricating myself from Zanire's sleeping limbs, I quietly limped to the bathroom. Pointing my dick at the bowl, I was surprised it still worked. "You saw a lot of action, buddy, I'm glad you're ok." Zanire, stirred as the kettle bo...
The sun rose over Ontario, Canada, and I rose with it. I've been living in this place for several years now and even though my passport now says permanent resident of Canada instead of dubious terms like refugee claimant and all that crap, this place still doesn't feel like home. Maybe it's because of the cold, hateful stares I get from random people as I wa...
(Please note because of how I am writing this story it is important that you do pick a first and last name or else the main characters name will be John and his last name will be Doe which will then make the last name of his family the same. I use the name Hayden Logan, am only informing you of this should you not feel like picking one yourself, others have...
"The myth about all Saudi Arabian people being rich is just that, a myth, I mean, if you believe that, then explain to me how come everyone in Canada isn't rich," Fawza Fetieh said, and the young Saudi woman tried not to roll her eyes as she and her co-worker Ali Diallo cleaned the CRA building located on Laurier Street in downtown Ottawa. It was after hours...
Sometimes I think Ivan is just not the right name for a Black guy, man. I ought to know, especially given that my name is Ivan Chekov. I was born in the City of Alexandrov, deep within the Russian Federation. My father, Andrei Chekov, is a White dude of Russian descent, and my mother Rosalind Adewale was Black, of Nigerian descent. She died giving birth to m...
By now, I trust that I require no introduction. Just in case you're new to reading about my exploits, I shall give you the rundown. The name is Stephen. Big and tall young Black man living in the Province of Ontario, Canada. My fans know me as The Hijab Hunter. Let me tell you about my latest victim, uh, encounter, I mean. I've had the pleasure of hooking up...