For the rest of that day, nothing happened, well nothing of significance anyway. Except maybe, that I had apparently become, Lady Tanya's close companion. Or rather, being the only... non-professionals around, we seemed to spend all of our time together. Lady T insisted that I escorted her almost everywhere. Walking stick in one hand, she hung onto my arm li...
I have always resisted the passive (sub) role in life. I was an only child and maybe my parents didn't treat me as much like a girl as they would have if I had a brother. Anyway, I got married too soon- he was a nice guy but not sexually experienced. I think all young men should be taught by a horny older lady! before they are released on inexperienced girl...
"We the women of Afghanistan walk a fine line, we are supposed to be super traditional, upholding our Islamic faith and culture proudly by being chaste, pious, and we're supposed to always be respectful and deferential, especially in our dealings with the male authority figures of our faith, as you can see, Doc, I definitely don't fit the mold," Fauzia Samad...
"Doc, I keep having naughty dreams in which I get tied up and spanked," Farzana Zadegan said with a sigh, as she sat inside Dr. Constantin Mathieu's office. Located in the south end of metropolitan Montreal, Quebec, the good Doctor's psychiatric practice was sandwiched between a spa, a seedy bookstore, a Caribbean restaurant and a Western Union money mart. N...
Hello Doctor: I greatly pity that my first meaningful letter to a person of the opposite gender is not one of love or secret lust, but one of regrettable anguish and bordering on that vile emotion of hate. Since I was suddenly, brutally, and rudely hung up on, I will have to result to the only form of communication you will not respond to (Ah, what a blessi...
Chapter 11: You've Gotta have Heart The evening of the second day after the phone calls with Farnsworth, Joe called me at home. "Hi, Greg. Joe here." "Hi, Joe. What can I do for you?" "Are you planning to remarry Jan?" "No," I replied. "I plan to get on with my life and take care of myself. Jan is history, a mistake that I will not repeat." "I think yo...
Insanity runs in my family. Despite that fact, every Monday for the past two — no, three — years, my psychoanalyst Chamomile (yes, like the tea!) has told me the same thing: "Leonard, you're not nuts. You're not crazy. You're not a lunatic. You simply have some issues we need to work out." Several sessions ago, however, after diagnosis of and treatment fo...
At the center of the Chicago Loop stood Ellis Oil Tower. It was 10 p.m. and a single light remained lit on the thirty-fourth floor—one of nineteen floors owned by Grant Hill Investments. Patrick Davis, wearing his round rimmed glasses, sat in his plush leather chair vigilantly monitoring stock tickers scrolling across the screen of his trusty, yet aged, IBM...
I don't know why it happens, it just does. I have spoken to my psychiatrist about it, but he didn't really say why he thought it happened. He said something about low self-esteem and that sort of thing, but it didn't make a great deal of sense to me at the time. The first time it happened was an accident. I am 24 now but I was pretty slow when it came to...
Adam Stanford sighed as he sat inside the office of Dr. Yasmin Hussein on the third floor of the Bank Street office building overlooking Parliament Hill. Located in downtown Ottawa, the good doctor's office was in a prime location. Tall, lean and athletic, with dark brown skin and curly Black hair, Adam Stanford was a fine specimen of man, but he was also tr...