My name is Danielle Jean-Pierre. I'm a six-foot-tall, dark-skinned, curvy and big-bottomed Haitian-American woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I study business at Algonquin College and I am twenty two years old. I've been in the so-called Confederation of Canada for about eighteen months. Next year, I will enrol at Carleton University to get my bac...
We went to the beach today, the three of us: Gail, Silvia, and me. Gail packed gourmet sandwiches and Silvia brought wine and chocolate; I drove, and supplied all manner of towels, umbrellas, and chairs, none of which I used. The day was fine and windy, and the water was cold. The tide was coming in when we got there, and the result was a powerful undercur...
Part 1 became too long so I split it into two stories. You will need to read Marte's Challenge #5 for the beginning of this story. You may also wish to check out the other stories leading up to Marte's Challenge #5. Thank you in advance for your continuous support. All comments welcome. Marte wanted more. No, she needed more. She needed to be touched to b...
Note: This story contains brief flashbacks, the start and end of which are indicated by a " ~~~~~~~~~~~~ " This is part 2 of the story. And picks up exactly where part 1 left off. If you haven't done so already, read pt.1 Her rhythm is poor to start with; perhaps it's the nerves again, perhaps it's the conflicting desire to both punish and make love to...
This is my first year teaching at a university level. I thought that college students would be different. You know wanting to learn being respectful of their professors. There always seems to be that one student that has to push things. Sitting here, at my desk, I wait for my problem student Rachel. She is meeting with me to discuss her attitude and performa...
As Dolores cradled Fenella, she could feel the tears sliding down her cheeks, cold in the wind that blew in through the open balcony doors. Despite the horrific state of her body, it was clear Fenella hadn't aged a day in the centuries that had passed. She was still just as perfect, if not for the bruises and blood that plastered her frame. Pulling the bla...
This is a Valentine's Day contest story. Please vote. * Tired of all the games men play, two women become men hating lesbians for Valentine's Day. "Unbelievable!" Susan stormed in the house slamming shut the door. "What's the matter?" Christine poked her out of the kitchen to look at her best friend and roommate standing and seething in the living room....
[Thank you to everyone who has commented and sent feedback to me on this series. I realise the last update was quite some time ago so people probably have moved on but after reading some of the comments I wanted to add one final addition. There isn't much sex in this just as a heads up!] ***** "Have you pinched my Glossier dew drops?!" Lauren shouted from...
She sat quietly at the end of her bed, hands folded neatly in her lap, gazing at the girl’s down turned face. The young slave was fastened to a peg on the wall by a gold chain fastened at her neck, it’s restrictive length causing her to have to sit on her knees with her back painfully arched. The woman watched the girl, scrutinizing every inch of her body, h...
"Did it work? Did my magic words earlier loosen your purse-strings?" Priya and Yasmin embraced each other tightly before sitting. "Who are you saving now, Yas? Children in Sudan? Indigenous tribes in the Amazon?" "I just spent a year at a field hospital in Syria. Shockingly, people in war zones need medical treatment." Yasmin had hardly changed over the...