My name is Derrick Jean-Renald. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I'm originally from the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec. While growing up in the Haitian-dominated suburb of Montreal-Nord, I wasn't exactly an angel. I got into some trouble, and my parents sent me to my uncle and aunt's...
Looking at the tall, chubby old white guy in line at Wal-Mart's checkout counter, I told him that I wasn't Mexican, and he could take his bigoted ass elsewhere. With that being said, I flat out refused to serve him. Angrily he demanded to speak to a manager. We waited in silence, while I checked out the customers behind him as he stood aside, sulking. The ca...
Jackie was a stuck up bitch with an "I'm much better than you" demeanor. She looked down her nose at every one else in the family and I can honestly say that there wasn't anyone in the family that liked her with the possible exception of her husband Matt. I say possible because I'm not even sure he liked her after being married to her a while. Matt, or Mat...
I met my wife in when she was only 17. I was her "first" and only real lover. We dated by long-distance for the first several years of our relationship as I had met her in the summer before she left to go to a small liberal arts college in New York. She was a sweet girl without much experience, but with a strong desire to make love... a lot! It was great......
In mid September it gets so stiflingly hot at the nude resort where I now work and live that I had good reason to go "over the hill" for a day at San Onofre nude beach. Besides, I hadn't been in a few years and wanted to see if it was still the sort of crazy and fun place I remembered it to be. Determined to be on the road by 7a.m., Tina and I had gotten t...
There is no use hiding the facts. At 18, I was a male gigolo. I earned my money by satisfying the carnal needs of older women in our town. Our town was not a big town by any means; but you would have been surprised at the number of older, unsatisfied women in town. Once the husband hit 50 or so; or became succesful in business; or just got bored with the w...
My second year at college, I found a wonderful organization to join; the safe walk program on campus. The office that the volunteers hang out in is very small, hardly the size of a dorm room. We'd play video games or do homework until we got a call, then two people would go out in the bright green jackets with a walkie-talkie and a flashlight to escort a stu...
She stepped into her room, all wet from the shower, rubbing her long hair with a towel. She started at the sight of him sitting on the edge of her bed. "What are you doing here?" she asked, raising her eyebrows as she spotted the large box of condoms on the bed beside him. She closed the door behind her, glancing at her roommate, who was looking at her cur...
That’s how she found me. My roommate and best friend since third grade, found me handcuffed to my dainty four-poster bed with a blindfold around my face. I had been calling Tuckers name for over an hour, fear getting higher every time. Now terrified, Beth comes running in to my rescue yet again. I know it’s her, because all of a sudden I hear hysterical femi...
Back during my first summer after I moved out of my parents house, I encountered a love I had never felt. I had recently moved out of my house to be roommates with my friend Candace. Candace was a white skinned, but Latino female that I had worked with at my current job. She was slightly tall, had long, light brown hair, and beautiful, vibrant eyes. Her sm...