Introduction This story does not challenge man's faith in God. It does not challenge the Christian faith in Jesus Christ. It does however, challenge some organisations among those that call themselves a 'Church of God'. It does challenge man's abuse of Scripture for profit, in particular it challenges that section of the Christian church, the so-called 'Pro...
Salutations, people. The name is Christopher Watson and I'm a big and tall young Black man of Jamaican descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I hold an MBA from Carleton University's Sprott School of Business and presently work for the Canadian Revenue Agency. Being a CRA auditor is a supremely boring job but someone has to do it. Anyhow, when I'm no...
The Red Dragon is, I suppose, my local, in that it's the closest pub to my house. Saying that it's not actually terribly close, being about a fifteen minute walk away, and I didn't frequent it a great deal. Richard loved the place though, being equidistant from his house in the opposite direction, and hence we spent a few Sunday lunches there followed by a n...
I. It Begins in Turtle Creek and Everything Burns Virginia twirled her grandmother's silver pendant between her slim fingers, cursing herself under her breath, wondering how she would tell Lauren about her betrayal. The pendant hung from her neck, dangling between her breasts, a gift from her dead grandmother, and Virginia had a habit of playing with it whe...
**The ending to this little tale. I might look in on them later, I dunno. For now, this is it. I tried but I don't have enough time to really research the ins and outs of peerage. I think this might work. I do think it's a long way from an unhappy pair of people in a diner to here, so I like it. O_o ---------------- The woman wandered along the bank of the...
Black. Biracial. Mixed-race. At some point, I've used all of these terms to describe myself. Today I am only me. Wanda Beaumont. Friends call me W.B. for short. I was born in the City of Toronto, province of Ontario, to a Haitian mother and Irish-Canadian father. My biological father Sean O'Leary never married my mother, and in fact, he had to be forced by t...
Edited by Pantera Bonita * * * * * The Bible makes all kinds of sexual references. These references are vague and glossed over in idioms and translated out of the text. Because of this no holds barred fucking format, I am able to factually relate these terms in basic crude English. NOAH Chapter 9 of Genesis has an awkward scene involving a drunken Noah wh...
Sophie was in the kitchen when she walked in to make coffee. "Good morning dear," Sophie smiled reaching for a mug to pour her niece some coffee, "How did you sleep?" she asked casually. Gypsy sipped the hot coffee only glancing at Sophie, "I slept fine," she said softly, "I've got some errands I need to run, as soon as I grab a shower," she walked toward...
The first time I saw my future wife Halima Saoud-Solomon, the young Saudi Arabian Muslim woman was sitting in the Saint Laurent Mall food court, all by herself, eating a plate of Chinese food like only a depressed woman could. I took one look at the tall, plump Arabian gal in the drab brown dress and modest hijab and knew that I wanted to fuck her. Fate had...
Ever since I could remember, I've always had a thing for black guys, and it's not an easy thing for an Arab woman to admit. The family in which I grew up is profoundly racist, although they would deny it to no end if queried on the subject. There isn't supposed to be any racism in Islam, that's the fairy tale being preached in every Masjid from Yemen to Leba...