Şubat 2021

Wouldn't the world be better if people went around without labels? That's one of the viewpoints I wish more people would embrace. My name is Emily Petit-Jean. I'm a young Black woman of Haitian descent living in the city of Toronto, Ontario. I'm a student at the University of Toronto, majoring in Business Administration. I hold an Associate's Degree in Nursing, and I'm going to earn my Bachelors Degree in Business soon. My parents tried to push me into Nursing but it's just not for me. So I switched majors. These days, I live in the Toronto suburb of Ajax.…

*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age. There is no underage sex depicted in this, or any of my stories.Disclaimers: This story has been edited by myself utilizing Microsoft Spell-Check. You have been forewarned; expect to find mistakes.*.*"Jerry, no!" Michelle begged."Quiet, woman!" Jerry Stevens snarled, shoving the petite woman away.Michelle staggered from the force of the shove. She fell against the kitchen table and knocked one of the chairs to the floor."Ooh, big man, pushing a woman around," Billy Stevens sneered. "Hey, Dad, why don't you try pushing me,…

I've always enjoyed my friendship with my best pal Jeremy. We became real good chums ever since we were classmates in school. Jeremy was one good-looking dude, with the cutest smile. He has a slender build, but as I watch him in gym, it was very obvious that all of his weight training worked.We became so close that we always would rotate spending nights each other's houses. Last weekend was his turn to stay at my house. Normally our times together were fun, but uneventful. We did the usual guy stuff. But I had such a crush on this guy…

Prior to our chance meeting very late one night in the hallway of our house, most of the times I had seen Mom's boyfriend were from waves we exchanged while he was in his car picking up or dropping my mother off on the several times they had gone out together. We had been introduced by my mother as well. With me starting college and working part time I wasn't around all that much, but I knew when Mr. Carle's car was there and Mom's door was closed there would be some noises happening.The hallway encounter was far different from…

Chapter One: A Good Day It was cold, dark, and I was naked. There was no light to speak of, save an overhead light that illuminated a circle in the darkness: Me and the chair I was tied to. My mind was racing. How long have I been here? I couldn't tell. Time seemed to move strangely; I had been here for minutes, days, years? I couldn't remember but I had this overwhelming feeling of Déjà vu. I looked down, moving the only part of my body not bound tightly to the chair. My penis had been tied as well—a…

She looked up into the dark eyes of the woman she'd been talking to...her breath caught in her throat as she realised that those eyes held a million thoughts she had been too afraid to express. Was it really going to happen this time? As they held their eyes the dark ones relaxed and slowly smiled, the dark pools drawing her in further and making her feel like there was a deeper connection than just the way they had talked online.She smiled back, a deep, heartfelt smile that seemed to heat every corner of her very being and set alight…