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A Brother's Post Graduation Life

by Samuelx on Sep 12, 2017
Interracial Love

"Bitch, I don't care who in hell you think you are, get the fuck out of my face if you know what's good for you," Rudolph Etienne said to the chubby, middle-aged white woman who stood in front of him at Walmart. Gasping in surprise, she actually took a step back. Everyone standing nearby seemed to freeze, and they stared at the big and tall young Black man w...

Our Somali Goddess In Ottawa

by Samuelx on Sep 3, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Nothing quite like coming home to my lady at the end of a battle-weary day, folks. My name is Alan James Voltaire, A.J. to my friends, and I was born in the City of Cap-Haitien, Haiti, and raised in the City of Montreal, Quebec. My parents James and Marie Voltaire moved with my siblings and I to provincial Quebec in the tumultuous 1980s. I came to the City...

Don't Ever Give Up Ch. 07

by SpotInTheSand on Sep 16, 2017
Romance

"Do we have to do this now, genius?" Tim asked, bitching as he made his way down the dark staircase. "Yeah, we do," J.T. answered from a few steps behind him. Tim reached the foot of the stairs and felt around in the dark for a light switch. He found one, and the basement of J.T.'s parents' house flickered to life. Sure, the Lancasters owned a mansion - th...

Flight of Love

by brethard on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

Alyce Walsh knew that tonight would be special. A part of her, however, wished this night would never have to come. Walsh had risen to become the first foreign-born executive editor of Metropolis magazine, a role she had served in for five years before receiving a lucrative offer to become the editor-in-chief of Harbour Magazine, the most popular publicatio...

Don't Ever Give Up Ch. 03

by SpotInTheSand on Sep 11, 2017
Romance

Note: This is fiction. Sure, most authors, myself included, try to stick to reality as much as possible, but we must take certain liberties. For example, I learned long after developing the concept for this story that a certain statue doesn't actually exist. That statue plays a very prominent role in this chapter. Now, I won't ruin it for you now, but the st...

Quebec Women Simply Rule!

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

Sylvester Chartier is the name I go by. I'm a big and tall Black guy of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I work as a Security Guard at the local Art Gallery. I'm just trying to make some money before school starts. In September 2011 I will attend Carleton University. It's why I moved to Ottawa, Ontario, from Boston, Massachu...

Black Prince and Arab Goddess

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

Hi, everybody. Nash Winters is in the house. Kind of an odd name, isn't it? Well, it's the only one I got so a big fuck you to anyone who finds it weird! I was born and raised in the Bagley neighborhood of metropolitan Detroit, in the beautiful State of Michigan. These days, I live in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. You might wonder what an authenti...

Quebec Woman Marries Somali Man

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

Bonjour, dear readers. What's up, people? Melody Tremblay-Ibrahim here. I'm a young woman living in the City of Gatineau, Quebec. My friends call me Motor Mouth Mel. I'm five-foot-ten, a bit chubby, with long reddish brown hair, lime-green eyes and alabaster skin. Proudly French Canadian and feisty. Got one hell of a story to share with you. It's not easy be...

The Only Good White Man Alive

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

Michael Franks sat in his chair, deep in thought. A stocky, red-haired and green-eyed Caucasian male in his late twenties, he loosened his tie and sank comfortably in his chair, thinking about what Dr. Leonard Kingsbury revealed to him just hours ago. You're sterile Mr. Franks, the good doctor said in that neutral voice. Michael swallowed hard, nodded and th...

Biracial Amazon Queen

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

"Don't call me mixed, dude, for your information, I identify as black," I said to the wannabe super-fly Latino dude in the Durag who stepped up to me. That fateful morning, I was at Bayview Station, waiting for the O-Train which would take me to the Carleton University campus. After hollering at me in Spanish, a language I do not speak, the bozo finally deci...