Too much beer, or coffee, or what the hell; and here he was desperately trying to find a wide enough shoulder on the rain drenched road to park the beast and make for a hasty retreat into the brush to relieve his bloated bladder. He cursed the car, the road, and everything else he could think of as he squinted into the downpour, aching for the warm relief of...
Inside his dorm at the University of Prince Edward Island in the City of Charlottetown, Karim Adeluyi was restless. And it wasn't just midterm madness, or the hostile stares and passive-aggressive bullshit he'd grown accustomed to receiving from some Canadian students who weren't used to seeing people who looked like him in their otherwise homogenous learnin...
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...
Lying on his back on the soft grass in the quad outside the Mac Odrum Library, he smiled and looked at the sun. all around him, his fellow Carleton University students were sitting, playing and otherwise enjoying the unseasonably warm weather. A heat wave gripped the Capital region of Canada this late in March 2012, and Stephen Lafontant was absolutely lovin...
Rouran Metil strode through the halls of the Noble Hearth, the main administrative building in Tia Vashil. Built with Guild funds at the apex of the Sorcerers' majesty and might, it was a building full of flying buttresses that arced in impossible angles. The main hall had a free standing dome over it, although it was not a particularly large space since it...
"Taslim Abu Jaan," Zubeda greeted her father- in- law when he walked into the kitchen. She had been married only a month now, but already she had fallen into the pattern of life here at her husband's house. Abu Jaan and Ammi treated her like their own daughter. It was very rarely that Zubeda missed her own parents in sorrow. Zubeda's in-laws felt lucky to...
Chapter 4 I damn near fainted more than once, not being exactly a spring chicken anymore, as Consuela, my lovely bride, wore me down at last. I had beads of sweat dripping off my flesh, and she had them, too, until I licked hers off her skin, of course. Consuela Jackson, nee Dominguez, was truly the most erotic and sensual woman I had ever known. I had no i...
Tranh stood legs wide astride; arms outstretched gripping the metal frame in front of her. Sweat dripped from her face onto her naked breasts and quivering stomach muscles. Quivering because she was straining to hold a dildo inside her shaved cunt, quivering because a 10-kilo weight hung from the dildo threatening to pull it from the grip of her cunt muscles...
Yvain Wair had not set out in life to be a Guard. He'd come to it by happenstance. He'd lost his job as an apprentice to a money lender—mostly due to his sincere lack of any ability with sums—and discovered that on the very day, the then new-Exarch, Lord Ked vai Ullan, had begun a recruitment drive. The Guard wasn't known for being an organization of much va...
"A Muslim guy can't be bisexual, Zahir Abiodun, the way I see it, a man can either be gay or straight, I think you're just greedy and dishonest, you lie to your faith and worst of all, you lied to me," said my ex-girlfriend Sharon Rosenberg, the day I decided to tell her that I was a switch-hitter. That's right, ladies and gentlemen, I am a bisexual man of A...