Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** "I'm never married so it's not really cheating, is it?" Bianca was a rebel; she took her jalapeño margarita with pink Tibetan salt. "I mean, cheating is like, you're engaged or married, but mostly married. Until you take vows, do what you want, right? And promising to marry some...
"How long have you had those, ahem, kind of fantasies, Thurgood?" Melanie Durocher asked, and the fifty-something, five-foot-ten, statuesque and plump, blonde-haired, blue-eyed, matronly Quebecer looked intently at the six-foot-tall, handsome and well-dressed young Black man who sat opposite her. They were at the Tim Horton's located on Metcalfe Street in do...
What's good, boo? My government name is Josephine Ajoku, and I'm originally from Port Harcourt, Nigeria. I came to Canada a long time ago as an international student, majoring in Computer Science at the University of Ottawa, and opted to stay after I got my permanent residence. I also remade myself from prim and proper, church-going Nigerian gal into a full-...
I was a tomboy and, growing up, I seemed to get along with boys better than girls. But when my classmates transitioned into dating and romances, I was left on the sideline. Even though I was now 18, I guess the guys thought of me as a tomboy, not as a woman. I didn't have any girlfriends to confide in, but I did have a best friend, Tom. Tom and his older br...
It should be made clear, before more words are seen, This story is littered with actions obscene The characters, hot, Some human, some not, But all are most certainly over eighteen This story's inferred from an unfounded rumor, Containing some elements sick as a tumor Like incest and porn, French, cuckolding, corn, Sci fi, Sue, cops, aliens, worst of all, h...
Chapter 7: Having the talk The next day I got up early and sent a fax. "Miss Spencer, I hope you enjoy a Happy Thanksgiving, Ben." The words we overheard when Jen was talking to her sister, "I can't. I just can't sit at that table and pretend...," haunted me. Was she saying she couldn't sit at her parents' Thanksgiving table and pretend that the man she ha...
6 Monday morning Angel wasn't in the mood to head to class. He knew that Parker would find his way and get Buffy. 'Why did I have to kiss her? You know why, because you like her. Does she feel the same way about me?' Angel knew that if he didn't go to class that Buffy would get suspicious. He heard a knock on the door and wondered who it was. As he made it...
Surrounding my town is a large rural community, many little villages with farms and cottages dotted in between. A number of years ago my town amalgamated with all these smaller communities and the population sign almost doubled. Now these villages span a huge amount of land and are very different, but it is much easier for my small mind to stereotype. So the...
Don't believe the stereotypes, ladies and gentlemen. Black cuckolds do EXIST. My name is Jeanette Langlois and I'm a woman of Haitian and French Canadian descent living in the City of Gatineau, Quebec. My mother, Annabelle Jean was Haitian and my father, Roger Langlois was white, of French Canadian descent. I guess that technically makes me mixed but I alway...
Matt and Mary stopped at a fast food outlet and got some take-out food, then they headed for the Forrester house. "You know," Mary said as they walked through the door into the kitchen, "Rick's going to have to be told about us sometime." Matt put the bags of food down on the table. "I guess so," he said. "But..." "I'm going to have to be told what?" Rick...