Mickels Of Halifax Stories

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Biracial Femdom for Black Guys

by Samuelx on Feb 7, 2018
Erotic Couplings

"Have a safe night at work, sweetie," Carol Melvin-Brown texted her husband, family law attorney Devon Brown, as she started her shift at Victoria General Hospital. Outside the hospital, it was super cold, even by Halifax standards. Carol for once was glad to be inside. The six-foot-tall, curvy and sexy, short-haired and big-bottomed, caramel-hued and brown-...

Afflictions of Unruly Passion Ch. 10

by PhilippaMaQuente on Jul 3, 2018
BDSM

-X- Lilian wasn't expecting a knock today, as her meeting with August had taken place already; if she had appointments, she already knew when they were due. Curious, she lifted her head from her work and stood up to greet the unexpected guest. "Yes?" Madam Halifax called. "It's me," Blackmore said, his voice raised, still muffled through the door. The wom...

Masuma Assad Khalid

by Samuelx on Jul 3, 2018
Interracial Love

"Masuma Assad Khalid, you are certainly a controversial young woman," Ali Crawford said, smiling at the Hijab-wearing young South Asian Muslim woman sitting opposite him. The two of them sat inside the Bridgehead Café located in downtown Ottawa, within walking distance of various businesses and government buildings, including Parliament Hill. At this hour, t...

A Nova Scotian in Detroit

by Samuelx on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Is it possible for a Black man to fetishize his own race? That's what I want to know. My name is Dillon Blackmore, but you can call me D.B. I was born in the City of Halifax, Nova Scotia, to a Jamaican immigrant father and a white Canadian mother. That's a story in and of itself, how my parents met and stayed together. I'll tell you about it some other time....

Afflictions of Unruly Passion Ch. 07

by PhilippaMaQuente on Feb 13, 2018
BDSM

-VII- Blackmore oversaw his usual duties, conferring with each of the men working under his direction. It was also his job to meet with the Lady Halifax herself once a week to discuss the successes and shortcomings of her business. A woman of breeding, practicality and integrity, August respected her immensely, and was proud to work for her. He was due for...

The Last to Know

by Wasted_Raven on Sep 17, 2017
Non-Erotic

Note to readers: This story starts out in a similar way to one written by Kezza67 a few years ago. I've already received his okay for my version, though he hasn't read it. There's not any sex in this story, so if you want wham, bam, thank you ma'am you might as well move on. This could have been categorized in several different categories. I chose non-erotic...

Angela Meets Devin

by Xantu on Sep 13, 2017
Romance

After writing "Angela's Education", my first submission to Literotica, I found myself increasingly curious about the characters of Angela and Devin. This Prequel is a love story with no sex. If its sex is what you are seeking I recommend Angela's Education. Angela is a lady and will take some courting before surrendering. ***** Angela paced the sumptuous...

I, However

by dropsofpinkcess on Aug 18, 2017
Fetish

This is absurd. I've lost my mind. Have I ever had good common sense? If so, it surely isn't today. Not when I'm standing in this Canadian airport searching my bags for a passport I can't seem to find. Hailing a taxi in Halifax is about as easy as finding one in Hammond, Indiana. Either way I want to run back to Chicago, bury myself deep in the city until I...

Salome Zankoul of Beirut

by Samuelx on Oct 3, 2018
Interracial Love

"Ma'am, in light of your past record as an armed militant in the conflict in Lebanon, I fear that Canada cannot accept you as a conventional refugee," said Judge Marshall Lemieux, speaking for the International Refugee Board of Citizenship & Immigration Canada. Salome Zankoul closed her eyes, hard. These dastardly, smug fools in robes have no idea what life...

Saturday Night School Ch. 10

by jessica_tang_vonharper on Jan 15, 2019
Exhibitionist & Voyeur

They didn't talk very much on the drive back to Pine Hills. The radio was on and the road was dark except for the long reach of the headlights stretching ahead of them. Sometimes he heard Michelle singing along to the music, her voice a low whisper under the vocals. She still wore her grey shirt with nothing underneath. Standing next to his car in the parkin...