"To be a Chechen Muslim woman is to fight when it feels like the entire world is against you," said Maaret Salamovich, and with that, the young woman walked out of the manager office with her head held high. No use crying over spilt milk, or so the western cliché went in such situations. As far as Maaret was concerned, Walter, the Tim Horton's manager could...
The bitch actually called me two days later to apologize, saying that she was sorry things got out of hand and wanted to put things behind us. I don't know if she was baiting me into being the one to push for a rematch or more, but I don't care. After all the humiliating shit she and Darren did, there was no way I was letting things slide. The pasty little s...
He was fucking around. Lydia could smell it on him. Guys like Nick, they hit their mid forties and couldn't help themselves. It was the last hurrah of a guttering-out libido. She drew up a list of potential candidates. It wouldn't be hookers. Nick was too cheap to pay for it. Someone from work was more likely. Some needy slag he'd spun around with male ang...
I'd not long returned from my morning 8k run and still had an adrenaline buzz so, after checking my e-mails I decided to have a scroll through a couple of my favourite porn sites and have a nice leisurely wank, when there was a knock on my flat door. As I approached the door I rearranged my stiff cock to avoid any embarrassment. When I opened the door ha...
The time that I spent with Lynn, the girl I had met at the gym after my divorce, was rather blissful in many ways. Not only was she fun to be around and a great conversationalist, but she loved to try new things. This I consider a very positive attribute in a woman. Not just new restaurants and the like, but actually learning new things. Expanding our horizo...
~*~Authors Note: This story stands alone on it's own but is written as a 'tie-in' to the Tre Lloyd Adventures. You can either enjoy it on its own or you can read that series and then this. Enjoy. ~*~ Leaning back in his chair in the corner of the bar, Robert's almond shaped dark gray eyes roamed the full house that the place had managed to draw yet again. H...
THIS IS A WEIRD ONE... THIS IS A HUGE SERIES THAT COMBINES PAST AND PRESENT CELEBRITIES WITH REGULAR NON CELEBRITIES... IT HAS TV AND MOVIE SHOW CHARACTERS... IT HAS DECEASED CELEBRITIES... IT HAS SEX ROBOTS... OH YEAH... SEX ROBOTS... IT'S A SEX CRAZED MASH UP OF MY FUCKED UP FANTASIES AND SHIT THAT JUST TURNS ME ON ALL MIXED TOGETHER AND SPRINKLED WITH FUC...
Ever since Tyrone Woodbury came to study at Carleton University in the City of Ottawa, Ontario, he'd had to adjust to a strange and complex environment. When his father Franklin James Woodbury got offered a position at Ciena Systems, in the Kanata neighborhood of Ottawa, the old man was thrilled, and happily moved to the Canadian Capital. Franklin Woodbury...
I suppose that as a woman of independent means, I had too much time and money on my hands for my own good. I had neither children nor a career to make demands on my life. I just had myself and that should have been enough. I was highly intelligent, capable, and well aware that I was super attractive. I was in my prime, having shed my moneyed husband but only...
The dreadful call came shortly before 3:00am, on a moonless Tuesday morning. Simon Cooke senior had passed away peacefully in his sleep. My father had long suffered the effects of cancer. Tonight, he was released from his pain. "Hello." "Mr. Cooke?" "Speaking." "Mr. Cooke, it's Anne Richards at The Turning Leaf Hospice, I regret to be the one that has to...