Walking out of the bar helped to clear my head. The night air was cool and dry. There was western pop music drifting around us. It wasn't the alcohol that had made me feel light headed. Well, at least it wasn't just the alcohol. She was so damn strange and nothing about tonight had gone the way I had supposed the evening would go. And now I was walking down...
The second I walked out the door I exhaled. It's that step that's the hardest. You wouldn't think so – but closing the door on the real world, and taking the first stride into my secret existence is always exhilarating. Maybe it's because I know what I'm doing is wrong but don't care. Or maybe it's because nothing makes me instantly wet like knowing I'm head...
What's up people? My name is Stefan Brandon Eustache and I'm a young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I hold an MBA from the Sprott School of Business at Carleton University and work for the Canadian Revenue Agency. I have a lovely home in the suburb of Orleans, which I share with my on-again, off-again girlfriend Stacey Ed...
Many young men get the urge to try on their mother's clothes. A small percentage actually have the nerve to do it, and sadly, a small percentage of them get caught. I was one of those young men. Mother and I lived alone. She had gotten back early from the supermarket and I was wearing her panties and bra. She went mental, beating me and locking me in my room...
Lana lay nude on her bed and grazed her fingertips over her hardening nipples. Stephen would be home soon. Her red hair fanned out around her head, like a flaming halo. She trailed her long nails along the outside of her alabaster thighs, reveling in the tingle each acrylic tip left behind. Her pinkie slid through the silky red curls covering her most sacred...
The eleven minutes past ten pulled out of Doncaster station bang on time, pulling me towards an interview that could change my life – if I got the job. Big 'if,' I thought, sweating and feeling distinctly un-presentable as I made my way down the carriages, looking for an unoccupied seat. I don't deny it, I'm fond of women, but no thought of sitting close e...
It had been a long morning for Rob in the office but the call to the parking bays downstairs about his car alarm had been the last straw. In a fit of temper he tore through the empty desks of his employees and slammed the door of his office behind him. Falling roughly into his large, comfortable leather office chair he put his head back against the headrest...
Chaske walked into the warm apartment late in the afternoon. He removed his warm jacket and his gloves. He kicked his shoes off by the door and padded barefoot into the living room. He looked around the empty room with a frown. A fire was lit keeping the house cozy. Vancouver in the winter was no joke. He walked through the room into the kitchen. He saw dinn...
Natasha was cross. Her supposed trip of a life time to the reputedly sunny and friendly USA was not working out how she planned. She had certainly not been told that snow was likely in New York state's Catskill mountains- in June!- nor that the boss of the law firm where she had secured a job and whose house she had to live in would hardly utter a word to he...
A lot of fuss is made over one's ethnic ancestry, nationality and religion nowadays. I honestly don't know what's behind that trend. In the community that I live in, blood is essential but not the way you think. The name is Yousef Osman and I'm a young Black man living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. In mortal life, I was a proud member of the Somali commun...