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Ten Thousand Spoons

by Vix_Giovanni on Dec 23, 2019
Interracial Love

Abstract: Nadia, a Jamaican-Canadian attorney in Manhattan, is unsure of where things are going with her lover, Rad, an older British investment banker. Meanwhile, Nadia's secretary's nephew, Jared, has an internship assisting her in the office over the winter holidays. Author's Note: This story is inspired by Oggbashan's incredible body of work on Literoti...

Quebec Women Are Super

by Samuelx on Aug 18, 2017
First Time

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...

Black Men/White Women: Generations

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

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...

A Cabin, A Lake and Everything Ch. 01

by AquaHolic0120 on Sep 25, 2017
Mature

INTRODUCTION: Pam was raised by two very strict, old fashioned, Catholic parents, who sheltered and overly protected her, even by the standards of the 1950's and 60's. She wasn't permitted to have a boyfriend or even to date until she was a year from graduating from High School. The first and only boy she dated was Bob, who she ended up marrying. He was the...

Bisexual Haitian Couples

by Samuelx on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

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...

Devonny Ch. 09

by theDuskyGirl on Sep 11, 2017
Interracial Love

**To all the amazing readers who emailed me and left messages, thank you for all your encouragement and patience. I apologized that life got in the way (grad school, work and planning my wedding). But this story and the other have constantly been in my head, still taking shape. I've been writing on napkins and scraps of paper when I should be paying attentio...

The Vacation

by waking_dream on Sep 25, 2017
Romance

Thanks for checking out this story! It's a slow-build type romance, so if you're anxious for the sex, skip to about halfway through. This is my first longer story and I welcome all constructive feedback to help me improve my writing skills for the next one. Thank you to Ed and the others who have reviewed it and contributed to making it better. ** Samuel...

Ballet De Paris

by Geoff Chaucer on Sep 1, 2017
Group Sex

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...

Erotic Evening in Paris

by Wet_dream_maker on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

The last of the arriving passengers had finally trickled out of the arrival gate at the Charles DeGaulle airport. 30th of December was not a particularly busy time for air traffic in Paris. Vitorrio DeLuca scanned the faces of every last passenger that passed by. What did she look like? They had not met or seen each other in seven years. Would she recogniz...

Crippled Girl Ch. 02

by Pappageno on Sep 12, 2017
Erotic Couplings

When we awoke in the small hours, we smiled at each other. We knew we were a couple. I wasn't going to be afraid of people seeing me with the gimp girl. She didn't care if I was the strange French-speaking guy. I helped round up her clothes and sighed as I watched her put them on. I was already in love with her naked body. I hated to see it covered. She s...