What's up, freaks and weirdoes? The name is Melanie Robillard, and I'm a young biracial woman living in the City of Gatineau, Quebec. It's a tough commute to my school but rent is cheaper in Gatineau than in nearby Ottawa. I was born in the City of Montreal to a Haitian immigrant father and a white Canadian mother. Six feet tall, athletic, with light brown s...
Meet Stephanie Voltaire, a young woman of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Tall and curvy, with dark chocolate skin and a stylish Afro, Stephanie is fiercely proud of her Haitian origins. While attending Carleton University, Stephanie studies business administration and hopes to make her mark by also celebrating black art and literature...
(1) She drives the better car. I made sure of that. We can afford two cars, but the better one? All her. I'll take the Audi. She can have the Merc. I don't even like Mercs. Never did and never will. She loves that status symbol, and I really don't care about that stuff at all. What I do care about, though, is her. This is a woman who, even after ten years...
Chapter 9: The Cuckold's Chin Rest Lynn's mother was in the hospital again and Lynn was back East. I was a bachelor, but Princess kept me company when her husband Gene was out of town – which was often now that there was some new activity in Saudi Arabia. Princess and I were having a drink at the club, when we saw ... But, maybe I'd better start at the begi...
Friday at last. Pay day for some. The start of the weekend for many. A day of prayer for people of certain faiths, like Muslims. Good Muslims are at the mosque, doing their Salah or prayer. Aziz Ali, a Somali brother who is Muslim by birth, is nowhere near the mosque. This brother is hanging around downtown Ottawa, trying to pick up chicks at the Rideau Shop...
"Huuuh...Mmmmmph..Oh yes, yessssss......" the words barely able to be heard as they spilled from my lips. My hands were gripping the sides of the small vanity in the downstairs half-bath of my house, my neighbor's hands holding onto my hips tightly as he slammed his cock into my sloppy-wet pussy from behind, doggy-style, both of us getting off at the same...
"There is a certain organized chaos in this life that we lead, and that's what makes it beautiful," Oscar Basing said to himself as he sat on the front porch, reflecting on all the strange things that had happened to him lately. Sipping on his ice tea, Oscar looked at the sprawling sea of greenery that filled the landscape, everywhere he looked. This was Bos...
I've been thinking of a way to introduce, Jim Beam. After much consideration I've decided to do it in a story which is more fact than fiction. I'm a civilian government employee and I often travel with military personnel and this trip was no exception. Along with me, on this trip, is a younger guy, a Marine Gunnery Sergeant. Gunny S, as he likes to be call...
When Cally finally awoke late the following morning she felt pretty sore. Sore from the way her pussy had been overstretched by old Tom's chunky cock; Very sore in the butt region where his meaty 3 inch diameter glans had ruptured the once decorous petal-shaped guardian of her anal canal and mighty sore by the way she had been duped into accepting the fake $...
We all have fantasies, I guess. It’s part of what makes us human, is it not? As a pious Muslim sister who wears the hijab, I am certainly no different. My name is Raya Mamadou and I was born and raised in Adel Bagrou, a small town on the southeastern arm of the Islamic Republic of Mauritania. My father Saleem Mamadou is a member of the Afro-Mauritanian nobil...