Lying on the carpeted floor of his Barrhaven townhouse, Steve Vincent was as happy as can be. Outside, the Ontario winter raged in the form of a fierce blizzard, but Steve didn't even notice, nor did he care. For his beloved lady Loretta Ampofo sat on his face, smothering him with her thick black ass. Ass worship, African-style, what more could a self-respec...
The next morning Sabella was awakened by the cries of her two charges. "Hey, guys," Sabella said getting out of bed and slipping on her robe, "give a girl a break. I'm new at this." The babies didn't listen they continued crying. "Okay, okay," Sabella said picking up the little girl out of the drawer, "I guess you either want to be changed or feed." Sabe...
I let my eyes close halfway and I gazed around the room. Eleven people (there is always an even number at these things) were strewn about, all of them engaged in any of several variations of sex. I was sitting on the couch next to Ted Williams (and, yes, he has heard all the jokes), a guy I'd come to know pretty well. He couldn't be called a handsome man, bu...
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,...
"Hello Miss Nigeria," Stephen Marcel said, as he looked at the six-foot-tall, curvy young black woman who emerged from the elevator and stepped onto the Carleton University library fourth floor. Clad in a dark gray vest over a white blouse and dark gray Capri pants, she was quite stunning. With rapturous midnight skin, a voluptuous body and a thick Afro, Nan...
"I really must stop banging ratchet chicks," Ramon Jackson thought to himself as he looked at his latest overnight guest, a tall, mahogany-hued, curvy and sexy, feisty young black woman named Monique whom he picked up at the Bourbon Room in downtown Ottawa. While fine as hell, Monique couldn't stop talking about all kinds of shit as Ramon drove her back to h...
You just never know where life will take you, man. My name is Steve Seraphin. A big and tall Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Nepean, Province of Ontario. And I am a Black guy who kind of had some racist tendencies. For the longest time. Now I want to be better. I want to open my heart and see people as people rather than lump them into cat...
From the moment I first laid eyes on Nagla Barakzhai, I knew that the young Afghan woman was definitely trouble. With some women, you can just tell, I swear. Clad in a modest hijab over a bright yellow vest, symbol of the customer service management team at Walmart, and tight black Yoga pants that showed off her thick thighs and big round ass, she managed to...
Demographic trends are something I pay close attention to. I have it on good authority that White Canadians are having far fewer offspring than their African, Arab, Asian, Aboriginal and Latino counterparts. The future of Ontario, Canada, is colorful rather than pasty, if you catch my drift. Must be why so many Euro-Canadian bozos in the City of Ottawa, Onta...
Ten months later Twelve pairs of eyes intently followed his movements as the Public Defender hefted Exhibit #24, a flat-bladed Bowie knife, its serrated edge sharp enough to slice through a sheet of paper. His fingers lifted it with reverence, his eyes focused on its shiny, silver shape. "The Prosecution wants you to believe that Dennis Kennedy used this k...