" But, "warsh" is still beyond even my sensibilities.) I changed to appease the Princess but, not before succeeding in selling her three boxes of cook...es for sixty bucks. Tossing aside our differences, we began a lengthy series of sloppy kisses, licking from her chin and over her nose, our saliva mixing like a good cocktail, Thin Mints on her breath. Our loving embrace came to an abrupt halt just as I began squeezing her toned butt when loud, sinister strains of pipe organ music came from the. “Sorry,” I said, bending down to get a better look. “Let me help you.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Tania BuckleyMy first class was over, and I was heading through the halls to the next. I glanced at the map and made my way towards it. Luckily, it wasn't far. I wasn't the best with maps. I was heading to it when I noticed the blonde girl coming from another direction also heading towards my destination.“Hi, Regina,” I said to the cutie who lived next door. Aleah and I had moved in with Corey. The name is Steve ‘Suleiman’ Fleur, and I’m a big and tall young black man of Haitian descent living in the City of Hull, Quebec. I’m an accounting student at the Hull campus of the University of Quebec, and lately, life has been throwing a lot of hurdles my way. No bed of roses, that’s for damn sure. Might as well tell you about it. I hear that confession is good for the soul. I was born in the City of Cap-Haitien, northern Haiti, and raised in Quebec. My parents Louis and Marie Jeanne Fleur. Mmm, I can already taste your juices on it. They’re so sweet. I can’t control myself and quickly suck the little bud into my mouth. You yelp and let out a low moan, grabbing my hair in your hands. I pull on the little bud with my lips a little bit, flicking the tip of my tongue over it while I have it trapped. I release the little ball from my lips with a pop, and look up at your face. Your eyes are closed, your head is tilted to the side, and you’re biting you lower lip again. I.