La Collégiale Notre Dame Beaune Stories

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The Fire Which Burn a Marriage

by Tiberius_Daniel on Jul 16, 2019
Loving Wives

A very effective and original BTB. The fire was real, but anything else it's a fiction; any concordance with reality is only accidental. First Chapter It was 15 April 2019, a fateful day that I couldn't forget. I was heading for 'L' Île de la Cité" when I caught her french kissing a guy in one of the many cafes that make Paris famous. I stormed in, only...

The Death of Paris

by fiorebrilliante on Sep 13, 2017
Erotic Couplings

A cold, grey milieu hung over the Parisian nightmare. From the tower of the cathedral of Notre Dame, an old phantom in a young body breathed murder. For ten years he had plotted his revenge on the city that had wronged him so maliciously. A single tear caressed his cheek as Dormier poured his poison into the Seine. ******* "Bonjour, Viscomte Dormier!" The...

The Dead of Night

by Cerberus_ficwriter on Mar 12, 2019
Erotic Horror

Cimetière Notre-Dame-des-Neiges was pretty much the first thing Mireille De la Grange heard about after moving to Montreal. I should know, it's the first place I took her to see. The cemetery is the largest in Canada, with 55 kilometers of graveyard and 65,000 monuments commemorating the dead. Perhaps it's not the first thing most people would show the girl...

Cleaning Up Paris

by strokin951 on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

The thing I remember most about Paris is the dog shit! Oh, the Louvre was breathtaking, the Eiffel tower awesome, and Notre Dame had the peace and reverence that only a thousand years of sanctity can create. But, the dog shit was everywhere. Paris and L.A. have the most dogs per capita of any major Western city, But in L.A., my home town, they clean up - the...

defaite du trones

by Cercle on Jan 7, 2021
Fan Fiction

Arya stark est dans le pétrin : c’est le narrateur Arya stark : c’est un dialogue Arya stark passé une très mauvaise journée, ses frères étaient partis assister à l’exécution d’un déserteur, sa sœur, Sansa, c’était moqué de ces manières et de ses capacité de couture, la septa avait appuyé la moquerie en insistant que arya devrait être plus comme sa sœur, et...

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The Hyena People

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
NonHuman

The sun rose over the City of Cap-Haitien, Republic of Haiti. As is my custom, I rose with it. I didn't get home till the wee hours of the morning, since there was a full moon and I was away in the wilderness, for I had certain urgent matters to tend to. Nevertheless, I woke up rested and refreshed. After showering, getting dressed and eating breakfast, I wa...

Challenge 3: City of Love

by NookieNotes on Sep 2, 2017
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

Groaning, I look at the clock... 6am. I reach over to shut off the alarm and nudge you. All I get is an incoherent grunt. Shaking my head, I sit up and swing my legs off the edge of the bed. At least I didn't have anything to drink. Looking fondly back at you, I figure I'll let you sleep as I shower. Smiling, I think back to yesterday when you had the idea...

The Outsider Ch. 02

by Troughton1963 on Mar 18, 2020
Erotic Couplings

Author's Note: this is a strange continuation of a series, as Miss Kathy and B, do not appear in it, Tommy only briefly. Please bear with me; they will be coming back soon. *** "MOLLY!" Daisy suddenly woke up from a sound sleep; she was dripping with sweat and breathlessness for breath. Miss Daisy rooted through her closet and found Angel and her prayer c...

College Notre Dame of Haiti

by Samuelx on Sep 17, 2017
Group Sex

The name is Steeves Saint Morris. I'm a tall, good-looking young black man living in the city of Bolton, Connecticut. I'm originally from the Island Nation of Haiti and I'm finding America to be quite a thrill and a challenge. However, it's a challenge which I am happy to brave. My parents, Notre Dame University of Haiti Mathematics professor Anne Claude Sai...

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...