Last autumn my husband and I visited Istanbul. It was primarily a business trip for him and he was away most mornings at meetings. I didn't mind having the morning to myself as it meant I could have a lie in and a slow, leisurely breakfast. In the afternoons we would take in some of the sights of Istanbul. One day we went to the covered market - a huge, spr...
I spent a good deal of the early 80’s in the part of the Middle East known as the ‘Levant’ – Lebanon, Israel mostly, plus a few sides trips to places like Egypt and Turkey. It was during this time that I developed an appreciation for Middle-Eastern women with their thick, dark hair, their flashing, almond-shaped deep brown eyes, their olive complexions. And...
I walked from the door of the plane, through the white makeshift hallway and into the Dalaman Airport of Turkey. I pushed my sunglasses to the top of my head and readjusted my shoulder bag and took a deep breath. Biting my lip, I glanced to the left, and then the right, looking for the location of the baggage claim. Interpreting the Turkish signs with the...
Dear Readers, the story below is a short summary of a real life experience. It is a little soft compared to the other stories submitted. But its excitement comes from its being real. * We are a married couple from Turkey both at 39. Last summer we have been in Amsterdam for our holiday. After fantasizing for a long time, we have decided to do something new...
I sat on the edge of our hotel bed knowing my wife had just left the room to go on a sex date with three guys. She'd fucked all of them the previous night and had spent the afternoon being fucked by two Turkish brothers, who owned a leather store, in exchange for some of their dresses and leather lingerie. She had agreed to return to the Turkish brothers for...
I hate Ottawa, Amina Samundri thought to herself as she walked out of the MacDonald's restaurant where she'd worked for the past year. Today was the last straw and the young Indian woman knew it deep in her bones. After one too many arguments with her racist manager Anne Tremblay, Amina got in the plump old French Canadian woman's face and told her exactly h...
Let me be your hero, I thought as I gazed upon her as she slept in the Montreal-Nord apartment, on the bed we shared. How lovely she looked. Only five-foot-seven, slim, with light bronze skin, long black hair and light brown eyes. After gazing upon her countless times, I knew every part of her. Every strand of hair, every inch of skin, every touch and every...
I'm going to make sure you stay dead this time, Ceylin Uygur said grimly as she swung the sword, swiftly decapitating the towering zombie whom she once called dad. The thing that had been Erol Hurrem fell and lay still, but his severed head still moved, his slavering jaws still twitched. Three days ago, fed up with her stepdad's constant physical and verbal...
**Author's Note: Because I'm working on other stories this story is just mostly random scenes. It may be weeks between each parts. ***** They didn't make it to the bed again. Sabine purred, stretching out on the rug on the floor of her living room as she felt her celestial lover's lips imprint fiery kisses on the flesh of her lower back. She moved her long...
The Learning Curve Car doors slammed and the engine revved to life. Headlights washed across the room as the car backed out of the driveway. "They’re gone!" Tina sighed. " I’ve been dying. So what the hell did you get up to over there in The Hague?" It seemed like weeks, not days ago that Christy returned from an internship at the World Court. Her dowdy si...