Refugee Stories

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No Future Ch. 27

by bradley_stoke on Sep 15, 2017
Novels and Novellas

XXVIIThe Pursuit of HappinessTamara2094 The old lady staggered across the floor of Costa Starbucks while also carrying a tray on which unsteadily wobbled a mug of cappuccino and a slice of rich chocolate cake. It was obvious to Tamara that she needed help. There was also the fact that the coffee shop had no free tables available. "Can I help you?" Tamara a...

No Future Ch. 73

by bradley_stoke on Sep 15, 2017
Novels and Novellas

LXXIII Promised Land Tamara 2098 Whatever it was that had defined Tamara's Jewish identity over the years, it wasn't her religious faith. Nor had it been her need to belong to the Jewish community. Her identity was more intangible. It was the sense of a shared tradition and what had been until recently a shared nationality. She'd never troubled herself...

SWTOR: A Smuggler, Not A Patriot 10

by herminius on Sep 15, 2017
Celebrities & Fan Fiction

Inspired by the new Bioware MMO set in the Star Wars universe. I own none of the characters, obviously. Celestra collapsed on the floor, facedown, her large breasts pressed against the rough carpet of her quarters. The stocky engineer had held herself upright as long as Sulmad was pounding her ass, but as soon as he dumped his load in her, she fell forward...

Quebec Women And Haitian Guys

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Non-Erotic

Big booty Lisa. That's my nickname for my darling wife Lisa Tremblay Saint-Germain. The gorgeous Quebec woman who literally saved me from myself. My name is Maurice Saint-Germain. A big and tall Black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I moved here five years ago, just a cocky young Black guy from Boston, Massachusetts,...

Mona Gamal of Coptic Egypt

by Samuelx on Apr 10, 2018
Interracial Love

"Mona, come to bed, I just put our son Jacob to sleep, come on," says my husband Alain Dewar, speaking from the bedroom of our townhouse located in the East End of Toronto. I'm sitting on the couch, wearing an old hooded sweatshirt that Alain loaned me. He's had it since his days as a University of Toronto student. It's way too big for me. Underneath it, I'm...

The Hijab Hunter Ch. 04

by Samuelx on Sep 12, 2017
Interracial Love

Another day, another dollar. Isn't that what they say? Stephen here. A big and tall young Black man of Haitian descent living in the region of Ontario, Canada. You may address me by my proper title. For I am The Hijab Hunter. It's Friday morning and I just called the Royal Bank of Canada's automated information system to find out how much I've got. Thirteen...

Haitian Dominatrix on Vacation

by Samuelx on Aug 19, 2017
Erotic Couplings

Jeannette Saint-Mathieu here. In case the name doesn't ring a bell, it should. I am the Haitian Strapon Goddess of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. Currently, I'm enjoying a nice vacation from the Canadian Revenue Agency. I went to the island of Saint Lucia for a few days. Even though I am a Canadian citizen now, I can never set foot in my homeland of Haiti. I c...

Afrikaner Women Love Chocolate Too

by Samuelx on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

A Chinese proverb says may you live in interesting times. I've seen it on many of those fortune cookies they give you in restaurants, and I can't but smile every time. If you ask me, people should strive for the ordinary and the mundane and avoid the extremes that come with leading an extraordinary life. They'd live longer if they did. Who am I kidding? We a...

A Somali Canadian Prince in Love

by Samuelx on Sep 14, 2017
Erotic Couplings

According to the most sacred rules of Islam, the man is supposed to be the head of the household and the woman is supposed to be submissive to him. Well, that's not how it plays out in real life. Sometimes, the woman in the relationship is stronger than the man, and it is my belief that if she is worthy of the mantle of leadership, then she should be the lea...

A Refugee Finds Healing

by Lion24655 on Sep 16, 2017
Interracial Love

There was a knock on the door. Sandy had phoned and said he was on his way over, something he wanted to talk about. I was always worried when Sandy called with something to talk about. Sandy was a "do-gooder." Not a busybody do-gooder, but the real deal. He helped with causes. He volunteered, and was prepared to do the sort of things others wouldn't do. When...