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...
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...
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...
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....
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...
Jess was sitting naked across from me on my bed. Her legs were spread wide and she was rubbing her bare pussy. "Come on," Susie, "let's go together." "I don't know if I want to get waxed," I replied. "Why don't you just keep shaving?" "It's a pain," she said. "You shave your legs and pits, is running a razor over your pussy that much more?" "Well, maybe...
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...
Ever since Sarah and I have known each other, I have loved the way she looks. She's shorter than my 5"10, with larger breasts and red hair. Even though I thought she looked great, I would never had considered letting anything happen between us. I was in love with my boyfriend Mark and was faithful to him. Then while Mark was in the Basic Training Sarah and...
Call me Ayaan, if you would, please. I see a lot of Muslims shortening or simplifying their names to please Westerners, and I shake my head at such a trend. If your name is Mohammed, don’t let some punk with a last name like Williamson or O’Connell call you Mo, either at work or at home or anywhere else. Make them respect enough to say your name properly. Cu...
By the time Gail hit the End button on her cell she felt better. Jan had explained how enduring a brief bit of humiliation could create a long term upside. All she had to do was think of it as acting. With no appetite, Gail ordered a double Bombay Martini for some liquid courage. By the time she got to the bottom of the glass it was already one o'clock. Late...