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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...
Chapter Five - Cruella DeVille The slim genteel lady was dressed in a navy blue stewardesses uniform. Her form-fitting jacket had gold piping along the lapels and cuffs and a pair of gold wings clipped to her right breast. Her shapely legs were clad in gossamer black stockings and her feet shod in four-inch black patent leather high heels. She had perfectly...
The next morning Lydia and Asch rode into Easthaven for a meeting of the Easthaven Garden Club. It was about the first time Asch had put on long pants and a collared shirt since he had arrived on the island, and carrying a portfolio no less. About 30 people showed up, about half well-dressed ladies, most of the rest younger gals, and about half a dozen men....
Chapter Two - Progress and Problems Candi awoke late the next day with the sun streaming in through the window. For a few seconds she thought she had dreamt the whole thing. Then she noticed her pillow was stained with lipstick, mascara and eyeshadow and she smiled. She could still taste Michelle's sweet mouth on hers. She rolled over and tried to catch mo...
The Captain and I met in Istanbul. On the way there, I was reading a well-known novel on the metaphysics of quality, by Robert Pirsig: Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. Just before reaching the Turkish border, and as the gentle Greek landscape speeded out of sight, through the window of the bus that swallowed up the kilometres, taking me closer and...
If you want to get out of a bad situation, the only thing to do is to just do it, regardless of consequences. That's what I told myself as I walked out of the Carleton University library, holding hands with my boyfriend Jean-Pierre Moineau in public for the first time. It was a cold, windy day in February, and Ottawa was blanketed with snow. Nevertheless, I...
I was the advisor of the Model United Nations club at the elite Turkish high school where I was teaching English, and I was the chaperone on our big annual trip to Boston for the prestigious Harvard MUN conference. Some of the top students at our school were among the eight chosen to go, most of them seniors. For me one student stood out. Her name was Aish...
I must tell you about a very exciting sexual experience that my wife, Susie, and I enjoyed last week. I get hard just thinking about it now, but at the time it was just about the most amazing and naughty thing we had ever done. We had been wanting to expand our sexual horizons for some time, but were not interested in the swinging scene, since we were quit...
Note: This story is the forty-eighth installment in a series entitled "Sandra and Stevie". If you have not read the previous forty-seven episodes of this series, I encourage you do so before beginning this chapter. This is a dominant wife humiliates submissive husband story. That is the kind of story I write. If you do not enjoy these types of stories, I st...