When people speak of race and add the volatile term "purity" to the mix, the normally kinky hairs on the back of my head always prick up. I've always been the consummate outsider wherever I go, too much of a "Spic" for the purebred Arabs I meet, and too much of a "towelhead" for the Latin American community as a Muslim Latina. Know what I say to both of them...
Standing up grabbing our white floral print king size cotton sheet off of the bed Yvonne wraps it around her body, and as she wraps it around her body the morning light in the room accents her lovely features. Yvonne is 32 years old, standing5' 7", with flawless silky smooth ashy white skin with some freckles on her upper back, mid shoulder length brunette h...
The wild look in her eyes absolutely thrilled me as I leaned in to kiss her. Everyone around us stopped and stared. Yes, that's me. A tall, dark-skinned and strongly built young Black man kissing a hijab-wearing, hazel-eyed Arab woman in a long-sleeved aquamarine T-shirt featuring Jay-Z and tight blue jeans. I looked into Atifah's eyes and smiled. She smiled...
(I worked harder on proofreading and detail. Sorry for the long wait, I fell out for a bit, but here's the next chapter. Criticism is always welcome, I hope you enjoy) It didn't take Alice more than an hour or so, even in her hung over state, to figure out that it was Lucas that had given her the choker. Her Freak. It seemed to have become an inside joke...
Jaimie was my college room-mate, during my sophomore year. He was a theater major, fairly thin but a little soft-bodied, and almost a foot shorter than me. He hadn't even started to shave every day yet so she really looked too young for college. We got along very well, but we traveled in different circles, as they say -- I was a business major (my name, by...
"Nice ass, them Indian girls sure got nice bums on them nowadays," Geoffrey Kean said to himself as he spotted the tall, curvy, Sari-wearing young Indian woman getting off the 95 bus at Mackenzie King Bridge in downtown Ottawa. This particularly Indian cutie strode through the crowded hallways of the Rideau Shopping Center like she owned the place, sashaying...
***** The building looked like a defunct Seven-Eleven, except it was brightly lit by chasing bare bulbs in multiple colors like tacky Christmas lights and three big tacky neon signs announcing "Adult Bookstore", "Viewing Booths" and "Open 24 Hours". Although the door and windows were glass, they were all frosted as if by being soaped and only seemed to glo...
"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Alan pumped himself hard in and out of Selena. The parking lot was empty at this point and the happy couple were too lost in each other to notice. Selena was in heaven; Alan's cock felt much larger than the last time they had sex. His throbbing cock pulsed with each thrust, seemingly getting bigger and bigger. She wasn't just ta...
Serena and I fell into a pattern. Rehearsals during the week, texting every day, dates on the weekends, followed by more sex. It was like a relationship, but we didn't call it that. No labels. Just having fun. I counted the weeks by how long I'd known Serena. Our first weekend, we'd had dinner at Bruno's. It wasn't a date, it was a get-to-know-your-costar d...
The idea that I might have an easier schedule with the Morrison group than with Artists Unlimited was anything but. To be fair, I was working a lot of assignments but I began to think that Jackie Morrison's idea of me being a producer might not be so bad after all. For now though, I thought it was best to do the job I was hired for and keep my ambitions in c...