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Granny Babette's Church

by Samuelx on Mar 7, 2018
Mature

"Granny Babette, I swear, this porno magazine isn't mine," Lucien Augustin said, and the big and tall young Haitian man looked at the tall, curvy older Black woman with a rather sheepish grin. Lucien Augustin, a first-year student at Algonquin College, had been attending the same predominantly Black church in Vanier, Ontario, his whole life. He was well acqu...

Diary Of A Haitian Werewolf

by Samuelx on Sep 14, 2017
NonHuman

When my mother, Beatrice Jeannot-Durand, A.K.A. Granny Bea, sat me down and told me that I was part Wolf, I looked at the tall, slender and dark-skinned old Haitian woman and resisted the urge to laugh in her face. After all, this was the woman who partially raised me, and even though I didn't always care for her cryptic statements or bitter, cynical sense o...

Sue Oliver: Gilf Goddess

by Samuelx on Jun 25, 2019
Interracial Love

Meet Joseph Marc Antoine, a young Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. Joseph is a brother with something of a dilemma. Lots of brothers have a predilection for chasing White women, and that's far from uncommon. Still, Joseph's situation is fairly unique. He doesn't like today's lively, fearless and outgoing young White women w...

Granny Babette's House

by Samuelx on Mar 6, 2018
Mature

Meet Babette Grissom, also known as Granny Babette, a sixty-year-old black woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. At first glance, Granny Babette looks like any of the charming old ladies you might run into your local black church. She's lovely, friendly, well-dressed, and deeply concerned about her community. Granny Babette doesn't have a family, so c...

Meet The Haitian Goddess Deux

by Samuelx on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

Sebastien Renard looked at himself in the mirror. A tall, ruggedly handsome, big and bulky young Black man looked back at him. He smiled to himself. He looked really good in a red silk shirt and Black silk pants. He was getting ready for church. His grandmother Cecilia was already waiting. Although they lived exactly three hundred meters from the Catholic Ch...

His Pregnant Lover Ch. 14

by mangrove jack on Sep 14, 2017
Romance

Dave was tired. He had hardly slept all night. He lay on the bed with Delfina and Betsy recalling their night together. He sat up and looked at them both as they lay sleeping. What a contrast. Delfina, a camera operator for the local TV station had only joined them yesterday. She was a swarthy Middle Eastern Italian woman with big boned shoulders and hips....

Silky Adventures #14

by OneSilky on Sep 14, 2017
Humor & Satire

#14 Silky & Jess go to Church I decided that I needed to go to Church. Not because I think I'm bad, I'm not. There are a lot of people who get all weird about sex stuff and say you'll go to Hell for screwing. I think that's stupid. You go to Hell for being mean and cruel, for not helping other people and being greedy. Sex is part of life. But I don't go t...

Granny's Little Girl

by ronde on Sep 14, 2017
Romance

Sweat trickled down the bare skin of Christy’s back as she made her final bow of the evening. The band played the title song from her latest single and kept the crowd of fair-goers on their feet and applauding so loudly the din threatened to drown out even the pounding thump of Terry’s electric bass. It felt good to be liked, even though she’d never meet mos...

Lynn and Leif Forevermore Ch. 41

by mich80new on Sep 15, 2017
Interracial Love

Lynne awoke the next morning buried securely in Leif's arms. She felt groggy with passion. As she opened her eyes and became acclimated to her surroundings, she felt an erotic awareness she'd never felt before growing deep in the pit of her belly. Doing it the bathroom had been primitive, raw, and nasty in ways she'd only fantasized about before. She'd alw...

A True and Tragic Southern Romance

by Abdulbenthere on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

Based on a true event. Mississippi, 1911 Ora Bradey wasn't sure what woke her; the unborn child kicking her belly, the gray light of pre-dawn at the window or Jim's heavy work shoes on the wooden floor. His left hand on her shoulder roused her and she rolled backwards toward him as best she could with her belly holding her down. Jim was already dressed a...