Getting on the bus at Marketplace Station in Barrhaven, I found myself sitting across the most boring people in the cosmos. A pair of nerdy Asian guys with less than masculine voices sitting next to a couple of blonde-haired White chicks whom they tried to impress while talking about organic chemistry. This on a sunny Saturday morning in early November. As a...
As Salam Alaikum, dear reader. My name is Afaf Hussein and I'm a Saudi Arabian woman living in the City of Dammam, Saudi Arabia. I was born on August 14, 1981. In 2001, I went to live in the United Kingdom, and studied at Brunel University, where I earned a Master's degree in computer science. I returned to Saudi Arabia in 2005, and married Mahmoud Hussein,...
"Rana, babe, come on, it's almost time for prayer," said Mariam Joseph, and the young Haitian woman shook her girlfriend by the shoulder, snatching her out of whatever reverie she was caught up in. Rana Gazuyeva blinked, and flashed Mariam a rather dreamy smile. This woman I love so much is so not okay, Michelle thought, shaking her head. Rana Gazuyeva, who...
Like a lot of young men out there, I'm fascinated by hot older women. Getting at them, however, isn't easy. They tend to see us coming. What's a young man supposed to say to a sexy lady who is older than him, definitely more experienced and has probably heard every line he likely thinks up? If I knew that, I'd be one lucky man. The name is Jean-Baptiste Arma...
I first spotted her on the number nine bus heading from downtown Ottawa to Hurdman Station in the east end. I had been waiting a while for the bus, and got on at the Coventry street stop. The five thirty bus showed up ten minutes late that afternoon, and after waiting in the snow for a while, I was just glad to get on the bus. The bus was packed, because tha...
Sylvester Chartier is the name I go by. I'm a big and tall Black guy of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I work as a Security Guard at the local Art Gallery. I'm just trying to make some money before school starts. In September 2011 I will attend Carleton University. It's why I moved to Ottawa, Ontario, from Boston, Massachu...
Picture this, if you will. A six-foot-one, lean and athletic ( but curvy where it counts) Arab woman with long Black hair, piercing dark brown eyes and dark bronze skin striding through a crowded mall in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. And she's looking amazing in a White T-shirt and blue jeans that display an ass that Serena Williams herself would envy. Now, u...
Tell people that you're from Kazakhstan and they stare at you blankly. Same country Borat claimed to be from in that awful movie, I usually say, groaning inwardly and idiotic smiles immediately follow. Now they get it. Cultural relativity isn't a concept most people in North America can grasp. My name is Rashida Jabayev and I was born in the City of Kentau,...
Looking at Lucas Boudreau and drinking in the eagerness and lust I saw on his handsome, I spread my shapely thighs teasingly, hiking up my long skirt and flashing just a hint of my crimson panties. In a teasing voice, I asked the tall, burly Haitian if he wanted a piece of me. "If you want it come and get it I'm ready for you," I said, grinning naughtily. F...
"You've got to do something about your wife," the pretty blonde sitting across from me at lunch said. "I know," I said, taking a bite out of my salad. "You know she's sleeping with Rolf again, don't you?" she asked. The 'she' in this case was April, my sister-in-law, who worked in my department. Rolf was not only my wife's current fling, he was also my bos...