My name is Karl Beau. I'm a six-foot-two, big and rugged, dark-skinned young Black man of Haitian descent living in the city of Ottawa, Ontario. The international Haitian community is going through some tough times these days. My friends and I have formed a group at school to raise money for the Haitian community and help the relief efforts of the internatio...
Let me tell you a story that happened to me a few years back. I had just graduated from college with a fine arts degree in painting. My interests in college ran to partying and sex, and that lifestyle drifted into my art; I found myself painting erotic art more and more. Each piece I did was charged with sex, and there were moments in my studio were I was...
I was a new freshman at college and of course I was a little nervous and shy. I lived in a dorm where there were a lot of other students. A few weeks of school had gone by and I met many new people, as well as some old friends. Since High School I had coveted one of them but feared rejection and feeling useless. Her name was Monica, the girl whom I had devot...
After a grueling day at school, Mark Martinique heads home at last. Taking summer courses at Carleton University was not his idea of a good time. Seriously. The summer heat had the City of Ottawa in a chokehold and even though he was born and raised in the island of Haiti, in the heart of the Caribbean, Mark was affected by the heat just like everybody else....
His dream is always the same. Perfect clarity. A Zen purity. The light is like candle light amplified to a higher power, soft yet bright, lending a dreaming quality to all it touches. His eyes feel the softness of her skin, the sheen of moisture on her lips, the gloss of her hair. He sees where her white thigh shades into the darker pillow folds of her labi...
Ch. 3 – The Trials of Love It had been a rough afternoon, to say the least. We had both had our bad days, the days when nothing would go right, but it was seldom that we both had a bad day on the same day. That was disaster in the making. We had both had our share of grief today, I with an impossible producer, and her with some family matters. We both seem...
Prologue Heracles walked through the Greek countryside, humming to himself. The hot Mediterranean sun blazed above his head, but the hero kept walking calmly, without so much as a drop of sweat on his forehead. He carried his club in his right hand, a great, one and a half meter long weapon. He wore a short tunic, made of wool, and sandals. And above this,...
How in hell did a brother from the island of Haiti end up on lockdown in the City of Istanbul, the famous and age-old Capital of Turkey? Well, it all has to do with a middle-aged Turkish man named Mehmet Melen, whom I met at the University of Notre Dame in the Capital of Haiti, and the fact that he not only taught me about Islam, but also charged me with del...
This story is going to take a few more chapters to build up to the hotter bits. I hope you don't mind. I like reading stories that use chapters as puzzle pieces to take the reader on a journey, so I write that way too. ***** It snowed for a week after New Year's. Normally Jessie would have loved it, even if she had to shovel her sidewalk and driveway sever...
My wife of 4 months and I go camping in Florida and make new friends: We got married in January in Georgia and decided to wait until May to take time for our honeymoon, because we both enjoyed wilderness camping and the weather would be better. It was still a little cool but we headed to Florida for 2 weeks of fun in the sun and to be alone. We found a stat...