My name is Jacques Arthur. I was born and raised in the City of Cap-Haitien in the Republic of Haiti. My family moved to the City of Toronto, Province of Ontario, when I was nineteen. I had some trouble adjusting to Canadian society after spending most of my life in the Republic of Haiti. Canada seemed like a really strange country, man. Fast forward six and...
The Duchess's Christmas ball was a complete bore. Narrow minded snobby upper class nobles were not who Kathrina really wanted to spend time with. Her father had insisted that she attend in hopes of finding a proper husband for her, maybe. Her mind drifted only to her coven. That was where she longed to be, standing in a circle of power with her coven in the...
Nicolas reviewed the photographs for the third time since Selene had emailed them. Pausing on the last one, showing Michael slumped on the ground. Nicolas gave a derisive laugh, 'is this all there is,' he thought as he rose from his desk and walked out onto the balcony. For so many years Nicolas had worked to bring order to the world, his vision of an orde...
Theresa Feuillet is the name and strap-on dildo sex is the nature of my game. I'm a big and tall Black woman of Haitian-American and Tunisian descent living in the city of Brockton, Massachusetts. I live in a duplex in the West Side, not far from the plaza. By day, I am a corrections officer. By night, I am a swinger. Yes, Haitians can be swingers too. And I...
As Rebecca biked home in Noble Silence, she couldn't help but reflect on the first day of her weeklong meditation retreat in the south of France. In the spirit of her teachers' promulgations, she turned over each thought slowly, as if they were rocks. The accommodations... really nice... The teachers... knowing... almost... innately peaceful... yes... The...
A million city lights twinkled, and Cassie's brown eyes glimmered as she took them all in. "Oh, Paris, I love you," she whispered. The 20-year-old American brunette practically skipped out the hotel's revolving glass doors and opened her arms to the crisp evening air. Her maroon pumps clattered along the walkway as she fast-walked to the sidewalk and into th...
Sunset Over Cairo A black kite wails through the cooling air as evening falls over the great plain of Gizeh. Beneath the sinking sun, the dull dirt landscape glows in momentary splendor. Shadows lengthen as the black kite plunges, and a tiny shriek of death goes unnoticed on the plain. To the east in Cairo's old quarter, Masr al-Qadima, a clear-eyed muadhd...
The continuation to A Demon's Love. The first chapter has a full list of the kinks expected to be explored throughout this story, and I highly recommend reading the first chapter before continuing on here. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. This is a joint story created by myself and my partner in crime.~ As such, it is a story that swaps from one c...
My name is Janet Barbara Finkelstein and I was born and raised in Tel Aviv, deep within the Nation of Israel. I'd like to tell you about my wonderful new life as a follower of Islam and a part-time resident of both the United States of America and the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. Once upon a time, I was a Captain in the Israeli Defense Forces. Until I fell in l...
© Sadie Rose Bermingham & Bellora Quinn 2010 CHAPTER TEN - A NEW DAY Greetings! We promised that this one wouldn't take long, didn't we. See how well we keep our word. We definitely owe you some hotness after all we've put you through so we hope that you like this fresh offering. To any new readers out there, Sunrise is essentially a vampire story so if...