„Harry, ich schwöre dir, sie hat mich gerade wieder angelächelt“. Harry war mittlerweile schon etwas genervt von Ron. Seit vor zwei Wochen die Schülerinnen aus Beauxbatons nach Hogwarts gekommen waren, hatte Ron nur noch Augen für deren Top-Kandidatin. Fleur Delacour war eine hübsche Blondine. Sie war ungefähr 177cm groß und sehr schlank. Trotz ihres schlank...
The world is always talking trash about us. Black men and White women. But my Jessica and I are so into each other that we don't care. My name is Steven Saint-Fleur. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec. Three years ago I moved here from Cap-Haitien in the Republic of Haiti. Just a guy with a dr...
The little chime sounds as I entering the boutique, my tablet in my jean jacket pocket , smartphone in my back pants pocket. Looking towards the cash station, I see mom look up, relief on her face “Grant you made it!” “Told you I would spin by before going to the seminar!” going over and giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Go what’s the big reason I n...
François Renard was a stagehand and handyman at the theater of the Ballet De Paris. He was a huge man, almost seven feet tall with wide shoulders and hands large and strong enough to crush a coconut, but he was very gentle giant. Most of those who saw him thought he was slow witted because he seldom spoke. Also he had a foolish smile which came out any time...
My name is Marguerite Bonheur Sinclair, and I'm here with a story to tell. I was born in the City of Montreal, Province of Quebec, on January 2, 1961. My family has been in Canada ever since the region of Quebec was called New France. I'm as French-Canadian as the fleur-de-lys itself, which kind of bothers my friends when they find out about my preference in...
Hey, girls. And guys. How's it going today? I'm doing fine, thank you. At least, I think I'm fine. Sometimes, people can really surprise you. My name is Antoinette Zephyr. Born and raised in the City of Toronto, Ontario. Six feet two inches and one hundred and seventy six pounds of hard-bodied and muscular, dark-skinned Black female athlete, that's me. I've...
Gustavius' 3rd Memoir of Claire – a screenplay by Gustavius Something in a woman's gaze can draw you into her very being. If it happens, don't question her motives but simply enjoy the ride. She may offer herself to you only once in a lifetime. Scene One He felt the hull shudder as each row of whitecaps met the bow. The noise created by the crashing of...
Continuing the Good Deeds Madigan stepped from the long-range transport onto a street teeming with people. She blinked in surprise as she had to quickly sidestep through the throng to avoid being jostled. She headed for the baggage pick up and was grateful to find that retrieving her luggage was quick and easy. She left the transport station, struggling wi...
This is a follow-on story from earlier ones, particularly Chapter 17, Passing Encounter, but it can certainly be read as a stand-alone work. Enjoy! + After our little adventure on the point, we felt certain we'd have company soon enough. Fun will always find itself and our two-way show in the afternoon had been as delightful a display of mutual exhibitioni...
As Gina climbed the stairs to the loft with Nathan she asked, "Did your wife and her boyfriend leave your house in good condition?" "Yes, surprisingly tidy. They even did the dishes and put them away. She left me a message on the bedroom dresser mirror in lipstick: 'Fuck You for Ruining My Marriage'." "She blames you?" "Apparently so." "Is the divorce un...