This is part ten of our story. Reading previous chapters will help you to get to know Christine, Peter, Madeline, Sid, and Shan Shan better. We join our story in progress, after Peter has confessed his secret. He is an immortal, and Madeline is his former lover and wife. Christine makes her peace with Madeline, and because of impending danger from the immort...
What happens in Montreal stays in Montreal, if only that were true. My name is Nadiya Caliph, and I'm a young Moroccan woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. My parents, Mohammed and Farah Caliph sent me to study at Carleton University in the Canadian capital from our hometown of Beni Mellal in Central Morocco. I'm living far away from home for the fir...
Two weeks without professor Case. How am I going to get by, Rebecca was thinking as she was driving back to her small hometown and back to her family. As she pulls into the driveway that she was so familiar with, but this time it felt a little different, she had gone away a young lady not sure what to except and now she was coming back a woman that was so ad...
As she stood there smiling at me I said, "You are one hell of a woman. I don't why those dumb men you knew in the past let you go but they were truly dumb asses." She smiled. "Maybe they were just a warm up for the real man I am with today." Part 6 After such an active afternoon it was time some wine and cheese. I said, "It must be 5 o'clock somewhere. R...
[This story takes place immediately after the events described at the end of Chapter 2. This is in February, 1968.] 1966 Mercury Montego After the Pontiac was gone Valerie stood by the light pole at 48th and Twelfth trying to consider her situation. Being February, it was still fully dark. She was tired and cold and a wind blew in from the Hudson River. Ne...
It amazed me how bright it was out that night, with the sky clear and the moon full. The entire beach, stretched out around a calm crescent-shaped bay, was visible in the moonlight. It was completely deserted except for Lori and me, walking along the beach after dinner. I felt as if all the cares of the world had just washed away with the gentle waves, quie...
Once upon a time, not very long ago and not so far away, there lived a girl named Sinderella. Her home was a five-steepled castle that was once a church of a long forgotten religion. It sat on an island that divided a river running with winter's melting snow. All secluded, she lived there with her mother and two sisters. . . . . so she thought. The supposed...
"Master Darren?" came an uncertain voice behind me. "I was supposed to see you next." With a knowing smile, I turned around and took in the sight of the voice's author. Standing in the doorway to my room was a young woman, of slightly below average height, who blushed visibly. Her hair, which was halfway between brown and black, hung exactly as low as her c...
I love big Black women. I've been addicted to big beautiful Black ladies ever since I could remember. I've been collecting videos and magazines specifically geared to my unique interest for ages. My name is Jackson LeBrun. I'm twenty seven years old and I'm a Canadian man of Haitian descent who's strongly attracted to Black women. I'm addicted to the Black l...
CHAPTER 7 - Fuccaneers I woke to find we were in a remarkably tangled heap for just two girls. "There you are," Oli laughed. "Time to rise and shine. Mom makes a fine breakfast - we don't want to be late!" I was about to point out that our appearing as the Olivia Twins might upset her when I noticed I'd changed, yet again. Not so very much, given I was s...