"Granny Babette, I swear, this porno magazine isn't mine," Lucien Augustin said, and the big and tall young Haitian man looked at the tall, curvy older Black woman with a rather sheepish grin. Lucien Augustin, a first-year student at Algonquin College, had been attending the same predominantly Black church in Vanier, Ontario, his whole life. He was well acqu...
Come here. You know what you came here for, my brother. You've been browsing the online world for a particular unicorn, the Black Dominatrix who caters exclusively to Black men. Everywhere you look, in the world of BDSM, it's stuff for white guys. Well, come here, and serve me, Mistress Shayira, the Black Dominatrix of your dreams. The only dominant sister i...
I'll never forget that day. She was so beautiful. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and huge tits. Any man's idea of perfection. She had on a one piece bathing suit. It came down to a V in the front. Making her tits seem up for grabs and did I ever. It was a hot July afternoon and a friend of my mothers invited us over to swim. I went after complaining a lot. If only...
I had a privileged childhood as the only daughter of the King and Queen of Paril, one of the outposts of Atlantis. My brother, the heir had always been favorite and was already assigned a bride, a Princess of Carman the most militant province on the continent. I, from the age of three had been promised to the Crown Prince of Naips, Carman’s rival for dominan...
This was the hard part. It always was. Since the moment, his daughter had been born at least. Mikael hated the 'good-byes' that came with this job. But this morning, he had more reason than ever to hate them. Watching as she tucked the blanket about Monika, he drew them both tighter into his embrace as if he could memorize the feel of them against his body....
Morgan Stiles is a forty-something redneck who was born and bred in West Texas, and lately, he and his wife Kirsten Simpson-Stiles have been having problems. Kirsten is originally from Boston, Massachusetts, and finds it hard to adapt to the life of a Texan housewife. Morgan works at the Bank of Lubbock, which is basically a puffed-up credit union trying to...
As the knight rode through the gates of his brother's castle, he tried to see if anything had changed since he'd ridden out five years before. His attempt was foiled by the darkness of the clouded night and he wished he'd followed his squire's suggestion that they wait until the dawn to enter the palace but he felt he'd been away for too long and couldn't be...
Kirsty stared around the room. The Christmas tree that was a safe distance from the roaring fireplace had turned out magnificent in the end. Petrine had insisted that they all help decorate it on Thanksgiving. That had come as a bit of a surprise to Kirsty, but it seemed that her mother-in-law retained far more than simply her accent. She kept several of her...
There were hushed whispers. The sounds of a cracking fire in the distance. The soft whine of a dog. Where was the pain? She'd expected the pain. But there was only weightlessness. Sweet weightlessness. Was this death? There were no bright lights, no golden gates protecting castles made of thick, fluffy clouds. There was only the endless dark void she floated...
Salut, hello, chrzsbrrrk and welcome to my very first attempt at writing in the English language - so please don't hesitate to correct my mistakes, thanks in advance! As this is fanfiction i guess it could use a disclaimer, so here we go: Supernatural is (c) by warner bros., i'm not getting paid for this mere nonsense and i don't intend to hurt anyone, esp...