When my mother, Beatrice Jeannot-Durand, A.K.A. Granny Bea, sat me down and told me that I was part Wolf, I looked at the tall, slender and dark-skinned old Haitian woman and resisted the urge to laugh in her face. After all, this was the woman who partially raised me, and even though I didn't always care for her cryptic statements or bitter, cynical sense o...
The first time I saw an actual naked woman was when I was 19 years old. At the time I'd gone back to college to studying for entry to University after completely messing my exams up. The woman I saw was a neighbour called Nicole who lived across the road from us; at the time I was still living with my parents. It was May and exams were looming; as a result...
(This is a genre I am exploring, part biography part fiction, some imagination, full pleasure. All characters in this story are above the age of consent . Dedicated to S., my wife, the love of my life who has been gone for 7 years now, whose image comes to mind, as I put these words down. I write because it gives me pleasure. My initial writings drew great...
At 18/19, you might living with parents feels suffocating - especially with yours. Mom and Dad have always been extremely strict, which has in turn simply made you a fairly clever, sneaky young adult - or so you thought! They had always threatened you with summer camp since you were old enough to find it too childish, and honestly you never truly thought the...
Ashley was a beautiful girl with a beautiful body. She is 19 years old, light brown hair, tan skin, and sparkling blue eyes. She is about 5'8 and has bubble butt. She has a shaved pussy and has size D breasts. She is daring and enjoys the rush of flashing, but her family does not know about her secret naked life. When her parents are at work and her sister J...
H^pOn the surface, Aisha Osman seems like a fairly nice young woman. Born into a Somali Muslim immigrant family, and raised in the environs of Barrhaven, Ontario, she leads a very normal life. She studies accounting at Algonquin College, and works at Walmart as a cashier. A tall, slender young woman with dark brown skin, forever wearing specs and a Hijab, wh...
It's custom that on Christmas, before my parents and I sit around our ornamented table to eat, we attend mass at the local Roman Catholic Parish. We spent the daybreak in a shouting match about my refusal to emerge from my *dziura and leave with them to church. *The Polish word for "hole". The narrator's father uses it to describe his son's room. By the ti...
*Author's Note: Hello everyone. A thousand apologies for the lack of updates for several years. I will try and finish this story. I hope that those of you that liked and supported/encouraged/nagged me for an update, know that I appreciate all of what you said, and encouraged me to start up again. I especially wish that you enjoy this installment.* * * *...
This is not an article on how to be a good parent in the general sense. I've only been a parent for over a year and I'm sure I still making mistakes. This article is about how to be a good parent when it comes to the education system. It is extremely important that you take initiative and become part of your child's life when it comes to their school educati...
Danielle groaned as she adjusted her bra once again. The straps cut into her shoulders and the band bit into her breasts, which overflowed the cups. Her new shirts weren't much better, several rode up and didn't touch the tops of her hips anymore, and others failed to reach her navel. All they had in common was how they stretched taut around her bust. Pants...