So, um, I was at the University of Alberta library in downtown Edmonton, quietly doing research for my Law term paper due in three days when I actually saw something...amazing. I was taking a much needed study break after hours of writing, and since all the coffee I'd been drinking shot straight through me, a brother had to pee quite badly. When nature calls...
What's up people? Stefano Saint-Mathieu here. Technically, I'm supposed to leave work around seven in the morning but I almost never do. The bus heading to Nepean stops by the Bank Street building where I work overnight security around six thirty five, and I try my best to catch it. Otherwise I'd have to wait for the next one at six forty five, and in the fr...
Author's note: This story is co-written with another author called LL. It's based on Gilmore girls and is a Rory/Lorelai pairing so if you don't like mother/daughter stories you should read no further. * "Sweet eighteen and never been..." sang Lorelai Gilmore as threw herself on the bed like it was a trampoline and it was her Eighteenth Birthday, not her...
Chapter 3: Sherry Reveals Her Secret We both stared at the sheet of paper that Alex had left us. What chutzpa this guy has, pretending that we joined his damn 'club' of our own volition. "Well, I suppose we better read this." I said to my wife and we sat down on the sofa. Here's what it said: ------------------------ Welcome to the MILF Club Mission The...
When Lucas was a Junior, he became a leader of his fraternity. His support among the brotherhood was strong, not just because of his funny jokes and raging ability to throw a party, but because of the stories. Everyone knew Lucas was swimming in MILF pussy, and that he had the special ability to make an older woman's panties slide down her legs and open up f...
Like a lot of brothers out there, I love exotic girls. My favorites would have to be curvaceous ladies of the Lebanese persuasion, though. Don't ask me why but they're more fun than the others. My name is Saleh Osman and I was born in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, to a Djiboutian immigrant father and a French Canadian mother. My folks, Kader Osman and Stephan...
POV: London "It is good to have you and your son over, Sandra," I mentioned, stirring the pot. "We're practically best friends now, and don't forget my hubby, who is currently locked in your bedroom with your husband," she whined, strolling towards me with her arms crossed. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say they were having sex.&...
WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the people, places, conventions, events etc depicted within. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence. Fea...
Stan Greenburg -- retired billionaire -- peered over his glasses at the fat, snaggle-toothed grandma sitting across the table. She's not as old as she looks, he thought. Probably only in her forties. She reeked of stale tobacco smoke. "What's your name?" he asked. "Marsha McCoy." "And you want to be a housekeeper?" "Yup." "This is a pretty big hous...
"Stephen, have you been pissing me off because it secretly turns you on when I'm angry?" Gladys Osinbajo asked, looking at the big and tall, twenty-something and burly young African-American man who stood before her. Well-dressed and handsome, Stephen Volta decidedly cut an impressing figure. A newcomer to the City of Lagos, Nigeria, by way of Boston, Massac...