Whenever I see a tall, dark-skinned Black woman with a big ass, I just want to bend her over and fuck her. Does that make me a sexist pig? I sincerely doubt it. As far as I'm concerned, that makes me a normal Black man. The name is Miguel Pierre and I'm a brother living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I was born in the City of Montreal, Quebec, to a Haitian...
The word "college" in the US formally denotes a constituent part of a university. Americans "go to college" after high school, regardless of whether the specific institution is formally a college or a university. There's a variety of people working at college, like professors, secretaries, canteen staff, caretakers... And in this story so...
Life is funny, man. People are so rarely what they appear to be. Take me for example. Sophie Des-Pres. A French-Canadian woman with a zest for life and a voracious sexual appetite. My ruling passions basically dominate my existence. I stand five feet eleven inches tall, kind of chubby, with dirty blonde hair and pale blue eyes. I have a curvy body, big tits...
The Black man is a fearless stud with a gigantic prick who is out there conquering women, especially White women, to the delight of said ladies and the anxiety of White men everywhere. That's the message the Adult Film Industry seems to be putting out there. And the biggest consumers of Black male/White female porn are White men themselves. Yeah, I know. It...
Even as I sit through yet another "multiculturalism and tolerance meeting" in downtown Ottawa, watching the Mayor reach out to the Muslim community after yet another Arab guy got locked up for honorably killing a 'westernized' Arab woman, I can't help but wonder at the naïve and exceedingly tolerant mindset of westerners. They have no idea what life is like...
"Salaam, Bonsoir, Monsieur Claude," said the hostess at Assad's Palace, and Claude Ferdinand smiled pleasantly at Asma Assad, wife of the late owner Ali Assad. The six-foot-tall, curvy, attractive, fifty-something Arab lady, who had a few silver streaks in her long dark hair greeted him with her customary warm smile, and Claude greeted her in kind. It's am...
Always hold your head high when walking in the sea of hostility, I say to my grandson Djohar "Joe" Pierrot. Thanks grandma, the six-foot-tall, honey-colored young man says as he gently kissed my forehead. With a sigh, he pulled away from me. Tugging at his collar, he straps on his backpack and gets ready to leave. Enjoy your classes at U of T, I shout to him...
Chapter 31 - A criminal and a Prime Minister The next day Cynthia came by the room being used by Cecilia and Jason and knocked to wake them up. They had only slept for about four hours, but Cynthia was unsympathetic. That day, their first full day in Upper Danubia, would be a busy one for them. They had breakfast in the hotel and then walked past the Old Ci...
When my mother, Beatrice Jeannot-Durand, A.K.A. Granny Bea, sat me down and told me that I was part Wolf, I looked at the tall, slender and dark-skinned old Haitian woman and resisted the urge to laugh in her face. After all, this was the woman who partially raised me, and even though I didn't always care for her cryptic statements or bitter, cynical sense o...
I see a lot of weird stuff going on these days. Especially in the Black community. When I moved from the town of Boston, Massachusetts, to the city of Ottawa, Ontario, I was in for a shock. I knew Canada was different from the U.S. but I never thought the strangest folks in Canada would be my fellow Blacks. The name is Stephen Saint Preux and I approve this...