A pesar de que mi esposa ansía quedar embarazada de su novio, Juan, sigue utilizando los parches anticonceptivos, lo que es para mi un recordatorio permanente de que ella lleva una vida sexual activa y una en la que los condones no van incluídos, contrario a mi, que ya no puedo recordar exactamente cuando fue la última vez que tuve relaciones con mi esposa,...
"Del, don't forget the damn toiletries I put on the top of the list, and as for the strawberry cheesecake, it's in the bakery section of Walmart," Marla Curling-Beaumont all but shouted at her husband Delvin Beaumont. Sitting on the couch, the tall, blonde-haired, alabaster-skinned, somewhat surly and very pregnant gal flashed her husband a smile a shark wou...
Bolivia, 1983 Summer knew that something was wrong the second she saw Otoniel dash out of the jungle towards her. His eyes were as wide as dinner plates and the color had completely gone out of his skin. He was panting too hard to shout anything at either Summer or Russ, but there was a sense of panic that had completely engulfed him. "Walter," Summer gue...
A primal scream echoed through the jungle. Dani D'Annunzio was weak in the knees. Even with everything she'd been put through over the previous twenty-four hours, this was too much. Her stomach was churning, and had it not been for the support of Gabriel Benitez Serrano, she might have collapsed there, in the dirt. Only now, as the yips and whines dissipate...
I awoke before Sara and was lying in bed enjoying her naked body. As I was recapping the night in my head I realized there must be more to how Sara and Britney met. A lot of Questions were rolling through my head. I quietly got out of bed and decided to make us breakfast. I was scrambling some eggs when Sara walked into the kitchen and gave me a peck on the...
"Masuma Assad Khalid, you are certainly a controversial young woman," Ali Crawford said, smiling at the Hijab-wearing young South Asian Muslim woman sitting opposite him. The two of them sat inside the Bridgehead Café located in downtown Ottawa, within walking distance of various businesses and government buildings, including Parliament Hill. At this hour, t...
Marcel Lucien lay in bed next to his girlfriend Clara Fontaine, in her farm house located at the edge of the predominantly Francophone town of Casselman, Ontario. Clara was sleeping peacefully but Marcel was quite simply restless. He looked out the window and saw that it was snowing. Ah, snow. Marcel absolutely detested the stuff. He loathed having to shovel...
Many thanks to goodoldeditor for the editing—the story wouldn't have been posted without it. Gentle ambient lighting, classic blues songs birthed from a retro jukebox, and the symphony of colliding pool balls playing from five different tables constituted the ambiance inside the Southern Cross bar. Most of the people in the bar seemed to enjoy it well enoug...
As a six-foot-one, curvy and sexy, chocolate-hued Muslim woman in a world that worships skinny Judeo-Christian White girls, I challenge many people's notions of beauty. Hell, I challenge a lot of people's notions about beauty, intelligence and power. I can't help it, though. Part of my burden as a strong Black Muslim woman. My name is Khadija Ismail and I'm...
"So, um, after five years together, you see fit to tell me that you like my farts?" Jeanne Junie Anglade asked as she sat across from her fiancé Stephen Legros inside the food court at the Blair Shopping Center in the east end of Ottawa, Ontario. The young Haitian woman looked at the big and tall, dark-skinned brother who leaned back in his chair, a satisfie...