"Oscar Stephen, ou se neg madichon, mwen pral pise sou wou," my girlfriend Esther said, hands on her hips, as she stood over me, stark naked and legs spread. Lying on the bed, my hands and feet bound with silken scarves, I was all but helpless as the sexy Haitian diva had her way with me. In case you're wondering, the lovely lady just warned me that she was...
The day had barely muttered grayly through the closed window, had barely whispered in the tunnel of her pink ear, had only rolled once to stretch its clouded back and try to dim the sun with ash-cover that would deny the hour, when she knew. She guessed by the still of the apartment, by the strength of her own breathing, by the lack of a certain damp warmth...
I lay in bed, awake, when I shouldn't have been. I had gone to sleep early, very tired, but now - according to my cell phone/alarm clock - it was 2:17 AM, and my body & brain have decided to awaken - a good 3-4 hours ahead of schedule. I hate when this happens because now, if I stay up, my sleep schedule will be out of sorts tomorrow. ...and I still don't r...
You just never know where life will take you, man. My name is Steve Seraphin. A big and tall Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Nepean, Province of Ontario. And I am a Black guy who kind of had some racist tendencies. For the longest time. Now I want to be better. I want to open my heart and see people as people rather than lump them into cat...
The taste of Haitian female booty is truly something else. Take my word for it please. I am Julius Stephen, a Haitian brother living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I am twenty eight years old. I attend Carleton University for graduate studies in Criminal Psychology and sometimes attend church service at the Haitian Adventist Church located in downtown Ottaw...
I'm not the first man to notice that there are a lot of pretty ladies in church. Our church seems to have more than its share. I remember when I first visited being very distracted by so many nicely dressed attractive women. Over the years since then I have joined the church and become very active. I am sincere and devout in my beliefs, but I am also a man w...
"Mallow Cup" Now, in this chapter, I want to focus on Eleanor and her fantasy man, Father Alexander O'Sheehan. Now this was a humorous story and at the same time very cute. Now to exception to it, there were some bits that were really sexy to me. The thing about the story was this is a two-sided story...sort of. Eleanor told me most of her ordeal. On the ot...
Chapter 3: A Call During Sunday Lunch Note to Reader: Thanks for being with us! Sharing story pretty much as it happened – helpful to read earlier chapters first. Appreciative of your vote and feedback! Her son, home from college got up to take the call in the kitchen. Son, please tell the caller that we are finishing our family lunch with our guests from...
Stephen Jerome Lucien, affectionately known as J.L. to his friends is, by all considerations, a good brother. Born in the City of Montreal, Quebec, to Haitian immigrant parents, he's a church-going and hard-working lad, who's sometimes a bit too good for his own good. And that is the source of much pain and frustration in this promising young man's life......
My initial explosion was a preamble to a long and passionate night. In the morning the sheets on our bed were all bunched up; still damp from the soaking that came from our bodily fluids. Charie's hair, ordinarily soft and silky, was matted and stuck together, like she had sculpted it with Mousse. The large lips of her pussy were red and puffy, almost raw. A...