Written By: Sebastien La Croix
There’s a lot people don’t know about Ontario. When a province is bigger than most countries that sort of thing can happen. Canadians really have no idea how spread out we are until we get out of our cities and into the country. Those long stretches between civilization and primordial being can do a lot to the human spirit. Two hours north of Toronto you can find yourself in all sorts or predicaments and delicate circumstances. Take, for example, a very wealthy family with a 5000 square foot home on a private island in Muskoka. An abode privy to neither comfort nor commodity and yet sooner or later the gods will smile down and put these feeble humans to the test. Such is the story of Mrs. Stacy Muller and young Wade Walker. (more…)
Written By: Sebastien La Croix
The first days of summer are always the hardest to survive. It’s the initial heat that gets right under the skin lingering there all day and night. The problem arises when that lingering and most anxious feeling spills over into the following day…all the worse when the particular day in question consists of stress, conflict, and an overall unsavory feeling. So it was in this sad state of affairs that Ryan left his office on a hot and hazy Friday evening. There’s nothing quite like the sun setting over water in Austin. Not sure if it’s because it shines through the city or if it’s because it makes the city shine a million shades of gorgeous. Not even that sunset could sort Ryan out before he got home. Every mile seemed to drag on forever between traffic lights and traffic jams. All he could think of were all the ways he planned to bend and turn his wife when he walked through the door. As he imagined it he got even more pissed off and bit-by-bit his body filled with adrenaline fueled by bad day at the office memories. Just as he pulled into the driveway his teeth started to grind ever so slightly and all his senses suddenly became heightened and irritated. Ryan put the car in park and clasped at his steering wheel while staring at his front door for about half a second before ripping the keys out of the ignition, getting out of the car, and slamming the door. He took about three brisk steps before hitting the auto lock button on his key chain. Walking fast turned into jogging up the front pathway not giving a damn about his brief case, wallet, or cell phone that were all sitting on the passengers seat. He could smell dinner through the door as he unlocked it whipped it open only to slam it back shut. Ryan slammed the door so loud he heard his wife drop something in the kitchen from how startled she was.
“God damn it Ryan!” A sweet voice with a little bit of southern twang at the end of it. The kind that comes out when someone gets upset or flustered.
All it took was those four words and all of Ryan’s frustration manifested into a bulge pulsating from under his work cloths. He made his way over to the kitchen and took one look at the table that was set, the dirty dishes in the sink, and his wife’s round ass. She was on all fours as she wiped gravy off the tiles. Her ass just waiting for him under that cotton knit dress that hung on her just so perfectly. Ryan could feel his mouth salivating as he walked over feeling his cock from over his pants. He crept up on her not making a sound and knelt down behind her putting his hand around her waist as he hung over her with his chest to her back. She could feel his breath on the side of her face as he moved her hair out of the way only to drag his lips over her cheek. He pushed himself up on her hard while finding his way up her thigh and inside her French lingerie full bottom panties and venturing inside them with great haste and force. Ryan pulled his hand out and put it right up to his wife’s mouth forcing his fingers in it while she licked and sucked her essence off him. (more…)
Written by: Sebastien La Croix
Cosmopolitan is (perhaps) the easiest way to describe the city of Toronto. The city is full of dual realities. There is just as much good in this place as there is bad. As much possibility as there is impossibility. Truth be told there are many contradictions required to sustain the harmony of this extraordinary place. I can help you understand this better by introducing you to Nic and Carmel. Nic is a corporate lawyer; he makes a six-figure income, drives a Maserati, dines twice a week at Panorama, and takes his Friday night drinks over at Ultra Super Club on Queen Street. He’s 36, successful, good looking, educated, and just so happens to fuck some of the city’s most beautiful women on the regular. Nic’s problem is he’s bored despite the fact that he has very little time on his hands. On the other hand Carmel is a rare books and antiquities dealer who owns a small shop in the city and lives just upstairs from it. Carmel’s life paced to her own liking: she travels at least once a month to make significant purchases other wise the bulk of her business is done online. To sustain her income she doesn’t need to keep the shop, but since it was her parent’s it has a sentimental value to her she’s not willing to let go of. Carmel is 28, short, feisty, and very Mediterranean looking. She’s not the kind of beautiful men notice right away: Carmel’s beauty is the kind men today take for granted. It’s the kind of beauty that at first glance isn’t visible but once you look closely the many facets of its wonder are revealed to you. These two come from completely different worlds and yet they live in the same city; and in every way that is right and wrong they embody what the city is. To better understand this I’m going to share with you the story of Nic and Carmel. (more…)
