Those days, you lived in a shoebox. You often thought about moving to a bigger, nicer apartment in a cleaner, quieter neighborhood, but you somehow never got around to it. Plus, you could walk to work -- theoretically, at least. Also, your lack of funds and your (probably unhealthy) fixation on that independent coffee place right down the road may have had s...
Chapter 10 : Service With A Smile James struggled to sit up, trying to make sense of his situation. Across the room, silhouetted in the light of the doorway the women that had brought him here were talking to a thin, short man. He showed every conventional respect to the women; nodding and barely speaking as they made their points forcibly, gesticulating a...
When the landlady knocked on his room door on the second floor, rousing him from slumber, Salomon Bismarck was initially irritated. And then the big and tall young Jamaican tenant looked at his cell phone and noticed that it was ten o'clock in the morning. Dammit, he overslept again. In spite of all his precautions, he slept through his alarm clock. Dammit,...
Fatima Bhatti sat in her living room in her nice townhouse in the City of Nepean, Ontario, watching a soap opera. She'd been watching Days of Our Lives for decades and could never get tired of it. Still, on a day like today, her favorite soap did nothing to assuage her mood. She was feeling quite lonely. After raising two adult sons and a daughter, and adapt...
I thought to myself as I walked up to the door, "I always look forward to making repairs at Jasmine's apartment." She has been my tenant for a decade. She's a single mother in her 30's, black, pretty fit, thick sexy ass and a fun personality. She's always very flirtatious but I've never acted on her subtle advances. In the Summer she dresses like an 90s ra...
As told to WildaRaven Leroy Wheeler was fifty-one years of age when he accepted a position as Supervisor of Maintenance at the Wood Hall apartments. Two hundred and twenty apartments sprawling across fourteen acres of beautiful rolling hills well shaded with Oak trees. It really is a beautiful place to live. However the place was getting a few years on it a...
We grow old and die, and so too our memories. Some fade away with time, whereas others follow us to the grave. I am no longer the child I once was, but even now in my early thirties, I have one of such memory that I know will follow me to my grave. It is the story I would like to share with you, if you will permit me to first lie back on this lounge chair an...
It was all the new guy's fault. He was the reason for my sweating, my tossing and turning. I tossed off the blanket that felt so heavy and hot. Laying in just my nightshirt I thought more about Michael the new guy. I can't say men of color ever made me weak in the knees but when I saw Michael I felt the heat pool in my panties. He was tall, muscular, and o...
The basement apartment was perfect. Perfect location. Perfect size. Perfect rent, meaning that it was low. As Adam stood in front of the row house waiting for the landlord to come out and give him a tour, he hoped silently that she hadn't already made up her mind to go with another tenant. But when she emerged from the front door a moment later, he forg...
THOMAS DEAN PARTINGS Ch4: NEW BEGINNINGS Arriving home mostly intact, following release from one week's detention for classification at the National Service induction center, I appraised my situation. I came home with my own outer garments a raggy pair of jeans and ratty T -- Short. My boobs ached from an undersized bra; the waist band on the thong was unco...