The Alley of No Return Chapter 20: "You've Come a Long Long Way Baby" Stephen Rendell marched confidently across the marble floor towards the turbo lift; flushed with cold and pride of the exotic trophy on his arm. Another couple entered aftr them as it came and pressed the panel for their floor. Mrs Datrice stepped forward and her elegant gloved forefinge...
This is not a sexually explicit tale. It has some nice descriptive passages of a woman and her clothing - but that's about it . . . * "Samantha Brown." The name sent a shiver through me. I couldn't believe my luck. What were the chances of that? I put the slip of paper into my jacket pocket and carried on into the elevator. I put my hand into my pocket and...
I wrote this story nearly 20 years ago, shortly after the ESSO Longford gas explosion in 1998 that interrupted Natural Gas supplies to the entire state of Victoria, Australia. At that time the Web was a much simpler place. Nintendo Game Boy Color was high tech. I had written nothing similar since, until I submitted a new story to the current Valentine's Day...
Act 03: Curtain Call As I watched them in the muted light I gripped the lynx in my hands. Visions of my girlfriend disappearing inside the enormous coat ran through my mind and it took all my strength not to gather up the fur and masturbate as the two women swayed before me. I could have easily pulled one of the arms of the coat inside out and slipped it ov...
Quinn watched the dancers from her usual seat in the gallery and counted along with the music. One. Two. Three. She supposed she could be down there dancing tonight - thanks to Jerome's patient help, she now knew how - but she still would rather be an observer to all the dancing this evening. When Jerome finished dancing with Angelina, she thought and then b...
To the eyes only of His Excellency, the Sovereign Guardian of the Free Peoples of Nyaska and the Nyaskan Mountain Range, Duke Horatio II, I'm writing simply to apologize for the delay in my return. My allotted time away from my duties has expired by at least a week, I think, and I'm aware that my services are no doubt sorely missed, as I am still your only...
They called Dr.Tambellini, the head of Pulmonolgy at Buttermilk General "Tambo" the nickname of his youth,. He'd been called this when he'd played stoopball with his friends in the tenements of Angel's Alley, just a shade economically more prosperous than the denizens of the Buttermilk Narrows. Tambo was not pretentious; he considered much of his economica...
He hated this hour, the long, monotonous hour before closing time, made even more unbearable today because Cynthia, his manager, had left him alone to close up shop. Not even her constant harping to keep him company and customers were few and far between, bustling past without a sideways glance, to make it home before the early dark of a cold winters evening...
It's Halloween. The bathroom is hot and steamy. I light a few candles, slip out of my robe and reach for the oil. My very own blend of jasmine and sandalwood, both floral and spicy, in silky, smooth sesame oil. My hands are warm, slick, and slippery as I begin my anointing, from head to toe. I open the chakras, marmas and energy centers. The warm, fresh scen...
Auden shook hands with his manager. "It was a great crowd tonight, Auden." Hal said. "Remember, you have to meet with Tusselbaum for the scoring tomorrow. You have composed-" "Yes, of course. Don't worry about it, Hal." Auden was thrilled to be doing the music for an actual movie. He enjoyed his work with the Buttermilk Falls Philharmonic and the CDs he'd...