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Authors note: This little story is based on a series of true events. Of course I might have embellished things a tiny bit for artistic license. Names have been changed to protect the guilty parties, no one under eighteen, et cetera, et cetera. This is a follow up to I'M GETTING MARRIED IN THE MORNING. So you might wanna read that first, or not. Be gentle in...
That particular Monday started out nicely enough for restaurant owner and businesswoman Yvette Pierre. Rising at seven o'clock in the Vanier townhouse she owned, Yvette showered and got dressed, then went to open her restaurant, Yvette's Spot. Braving the Ontario winter was no joke, but the strong lady had a business to run. By ten o'clock the tireless Haiti...
"Nicolas, mi amor, I'm glad you told me about your bisexuality, we are going to have so much fun with it," Marianna Jimenez said, laughing. Winking sexily at her man, the tall, bronze-skinned, raven-haired, curvaceous Latina looked at her boyfriend and smiled, then patted his groin. Nicolas Gerard grinned, and kissed Marianna, thrilled to have found a woman...
Playtime with Tammy isn't confined to when we're together in my apartment. I had little experience with text-messaging before I knew her, but now I smile with anticipation when I see the little envelope icon appear on my cell phone. I hit the button and a message from Tammy pops up: "I lyk U lic me." It's enough to trigger the memory of her scent and make m...
Warren was in the bedroom when he heard the garage door open. He smiled knowing that his wife Laura was back from work and they had the house to themselves. Their eighteen year old son, Justin, was out with his friends. As she walked into the bedroom, Warren said, "Hey honey...looking very hot." She was wearing low rise dress pants that tightly hugged her d...
This is a continuation of the story "All in the family part 1". It will make more sense if you start from the beginning. ***** "Hey mom," Jodi said as we entered Mrs. B's kitchen. "What's for dinner?" Mrs. B was Jodi's mother. She was in her late fifties and had recently lost her husband to cancer. She was having a hard time adjusting to living alone afte...
"Mr. Duchene, I read the stuff you post online, you like Muslim female domination, and you have a thing for Indian girls, well, I'm here to make your life sweet hell, now, get on your knees," Mistress Fatima Bhatti said haughtily, and the Indian Muslim dominatrix smirked at the big and tall young black man who stood before her. He'd just come into the house,...
As Salam Alaikum, dear readers. My name is Amina Alzahrani and I'm a young Saudi Arabian woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. My boyfriend Tyrone Ferguson hails from the City of Buffalo, New York, and we're living proof that opposites truly do attract. We met at the Galleria Mall in Buffalo almost two years ago, and we reunited at Billings Bridge Mal...
Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content. ***** "Shit, Boo! You smell like pussy and ass! And cheap booze!" Lara put the car in gear and pulled out of the club's parking lot. "Yeah," Britnee leaned over and gave her a sloppy kiss on the cheek. "Ima kinda drunk. Just a little..." Lara stifled a giggle. "Seriously? Drinking on...