My name is Anneke Von Hauser. I was born in the City of Heidelberg, in the Baden-Wurttemberg region of Germany, but raised in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I'm a first generation German-Canadian. My parents Adele and Alwin Von Hauser are immigrants, and we're very proud of our German heritage as we adjust to Canadian culture. After living in the Ontario region of Canada for eleven years, I consider myself more Canadian than anything else. Don't tell my parents, though. They're still under the impression that I'm a prim and proper German gal. Truth is I barely remember Heidelberg, the town where I was born. My parents would especially not approve of my relationship with Hassan Kabul, a fellow student at Carleton University.
I met Hassan Kabul Ghaffar while walking around the Bayshore Shopping Center in Ottawa, Ontario. I've always had a thing for tall, good-looking Black gentlemen and he looked like the cream of the crop. We just bumped into each other at a store, and later ran into each other at the food court. Next thing I know, we were sitting at a table together, talking like old friends. Hassan was born and raised in the City of Minneapolis, Minnesota. Way down in the United States of America. His father Rafiq Ghaffar is Somali-American and his mother Aliyah Kabul is a Lebanese Christian woman. And like mine, they're divorced. According to Hassan, they disagreed over questions of religion and politics which ultimately led to the demise of their marriage. Hassan's mother brought him up in the Catholic faith after the divorce. Small wonder he looked so good to me. Most of the time, I can't decide between hot Black guys and cute Lebanese guys. We got a lot of both in Ottawa. Hassan Kabul was everything I liked wrapped in a seriously hot package. And he was a good Christian to boot. Not like NFL tough guy/sideshow bozo Tim Tebow or anything but it's nice to know a guy with good Christian values. Makes it more fun for a wild chick like me to corrupt him. I was raised Catholic but it didn't take, I think. I'm still a conniving, lust-filled slut who craves kinky sex and gets bored easily.
Hassan and I began seeing each other, and he was a lot of fun. I'm kind of tall so it's kind of hard for me to find guys I really like. Even if I like a guy, odds are he's intimidated by the fact that I'm six-foot-one, with blonde-white hair and icy blue eyes. Hassan Kabul is six feet four inches tall, broad-shouldered and mighty fine, with light brown skin and curly Black hair. Depending on who's looking, he either looks like a Hispanic guy or a really light-skinned Black guy. Hassan is proud of his mixed ancestry and always tells people he's the two of two worlds. The best of Lebanon and Black America joined forces to create him. And let me tell you, they got everything right. The guy has a body that's beyond delicious. He barely works out yet he looks better than most athletes I've ever seen. Must be good genes or something.
At the time we met, Hassan was beginning his third year at Carleton University, where he studies Biology. I'm at the University of Ottawa, where I'm taking up Sociology. I want to be a Social Worker someday. I'm really good with people and I speak several languages. German, French, Spanish, Portuguese and of course English. The Province of Ontario is the main destination of most immigrants moving into Canada. We're getting a lot of people from French-speaking nations in the Middle East and sub-Saharan Africa so I think my linguistic skills will come in handy when I finally begin my job as a social worker. No, I'm not doing it for the money. My family is fairly well-off. My father came to Canada with his electrical engineering degree from the University of Heidelberg, one of Germany's top schools. Although the Canadian government makes it tough for foreign-educated people to find work in their fields while in the country, my father was able to secure employment with the Tanner Corporation in the City of Toronto, Ontario. As for my mother, she teaches mathematics at Algonquin College.
Hassan came to the Confederation of Canada because his mother was worried the streets of metropolitan Minneapolis were exerting a bad influence on him. I have only visited the United States a couple of times but I know how tough life can be for minority males in the big cities. We get a lot of American news channels in Canada. CNN. Fox News. MSNBC. You name it, we have it. I know how biased the American legal system can be, in many ways it's set up against minorities. Law enforcement is always hounding them, especially the men. Hassan likes it here in Canada and I for one am glad this authentic Black American stud came to the Great White North from cozy little Minnesota. He came to me and I corrupted him. You see, I introduced him to my own personal passion. BDSM. Bondage, domination and sado-masochism. A world of pleasure and pain that's being explored in dungeons and bedrooms across the world as you read these words.
Now, I have a forbidden fantasy which I wasn't sure how to explore or with whom. With my male and female lovers, I am mainly dominant. With my dear Hassan, I switch fairly often. And I've discovered a certain joy in submission which at first frightened me though now I accept it. I have always found Islam to be forbidden, dangerous and fascination. For about a billion people, it's more than a religion, it's a way of life. Hassan was born to a Somali Muslim father and Lebanese Christian mother and raised Christian. That makes him an ideal candidate for what I had in mind. One of my most forbidden fantasies is to role play a particular scenario.
