Bonjour, dear readers. How are you doing today? Got a story to share with you. I'm Rebecca "Becky" Mongeon, everyone's favorite pleasantly plump French Canadian temptress. I was born in the City of Gatineau, Quebec, and recently moved to the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I work as a manager at Loblaw's, working on the overnight shift. Just a smiling, plump, nerdy...
We had chatted, talked and played over the past six months. We had grown closer with each passing day. It started with a simple Private Message and had expanded to be so much more. We shared the small insignificant parts of our day. Just the normal average things that make up every passing day that turns to weeks and months. We grew closer and closer as we b...
To my readers: This first chapter of a multi-chapter story has essentially no sex in it. It introduces the characters (some of whom you've met before) who will later bring that element of the story to life. You may wish to skip this part if you're one of those who, like myself, enjoy sex more than the tale of a couple who find - A New Way of Life Chapter 1...
The Keeper of the King's Bedchamber was a middle aged Grumandrian woman, with long, quite greasy hair, and a worn face. She had been beautiful once, her features showed it, but her skin was marked with experience, and the furrows and crevices of worry ran across her face. In fact she had been much used by the King herself in the past, back in Grumandria and...
"Hi Mom," said the familiar voice of my oldest daughter Patti. She had moved to the big city after her and Rob were married three years ago. I didn't get to see her as much as before, but we kept the phone company in business with all the calls we made to one another. "Hi Pumpkin. How are things and how's my favorite little fella, Jason?" Jason was my grand...
Living in Quebec isn't easy for a young Black immigrant man, seriously. La belle province has a complex history with its immigrant population, and the fact that non-Whites have way more offspring than French Canadians do has a lot of people worried about tomorrow's Quebec. They fear that us Africans, Arabs, Indians, Latinos, and Chinese people will take over...
The names of this story have been changed to be as generic as possible. This is a story based on actual events that breaks the strong and often ridiculous bonds of classism that can occur in the world we live in. I hope to demonstrate that love can break all rules and that sexual relations can be more than just lust, they can help build that love. My name...
I opened my eyes and heard the soft whimpers of Katie. She only made those sounds in two circumstances. The first was when she was on the edge of orgasm. I trusted her with my life so I knew that was not why she was whimpering. The second was because she was crying. Instinct told me I needed to wrap my arms around her and hug her tight. It was pitch black...
Caroline was driving around the country side, looking for some horses to photograph. She absolutely loved horses but had never really been around them, growing up in the city. But now that she was all grown up, had a steady job and could afford a car, she could drive out of the city and go see some horses other than at the zoo. Caroline had been told that a...
"So, um, after five years together, you see fit to tell me that you like my farts?" Jeanne Junie Anglade asked as she sat across from her fiancé Stephen Legros inside the food court at the Blair Shopping Center in the east end of Ottawa, Ontario. The young Haitian woman looked at the big and tall, dark-skinned brother who leaned back in his chair, a satisfie...