I see you across the room, and you see me. We lock eyes with each other, and start to walk towards each other. You're wearing a sexy skirt, with straps at your sides, a sexy top with ripped shirt sleeves and bare midriff. Of course you're not wearing underwear. We finally reach each other. I pick you up while you wrap your legs around me, and give me a hal...
"Gypsy! REALLY! Why do you always do this? You know you can just ask whenever you need. You're the least of any financial challenges that come my way. You can't carry on like this, it's crazy!" Yet again I was faced with a crisis concerning the financial meltdown that is Gypsy. Crisis being the operative word. This time I was being hit with a triple whammy...
I had been standing around now for over an hour and was onto my fourth vodka and lime. I'd been scanning the dance floor, the sofas and the bar and she wasn't anywhere to be seen. Plenty of other girls in various states of dress: miniskirts, slinky long gowns, short shorts, plunging cleavage tops, bare midriffs, the lot. I'd met her last week and she'd pla...
Ch. 6 : Tough guys do dance --- I awoke late the next morning, no surprise considering the night before. I barely made it in time for breakfast, but to my amazement Poonam was already there. Radiant or glowing would be weak words to describe how she looked. She was giving off a blindingly luminous aura. When she saw me, she immediately gave me a dazzling...
Alone at home Margo Needy enjoyed a minutes peace, calm before the storm. She had been running around like a chicken with her head chopped off trying to get everything arranged for her son's last night in the United States. In three days he would be off for Paris to study abroad. With Elliot in town spending time with his friends, her future roommates, it al...
Outside the restaurant, I said, "Now we get you a little bit drunk." She guffawed. "You think I need help getting wild?" There was a line of Taxis queued in front of a hotel on the same block, so we went over and stood in line. It was a short wait to get to the front. As the next cab was pulling up, I opened my shoulder bag and pulled out a bra and a pair...
I admit it: I'm guilty of taking my wife for granted. I'm not exactly sure when I began neglecting Lily. Perhaps it was when I accepted the promotion to district manager from account manager. Long hours came with the responsibility of moving up and the challenge of doing something different. Those hours and the money accompanying them sustained the lifestyle...
The Lamb and Lion Middle Eastern Restaurant was candle lit at every table. The various patrons' conversations were a dull background buzz. The wait staff uniform was tuxedo without the top coat, giving the venue an upscale atmosphere. The clientele were a mixture of groups: a few couples seated in romantic seclusion and elsewhere parents accompanied by teen...
This story was inspired by an email from a reader. May this story inspire them too! Leave a note or comment or email if you like it! ***** Part 9 I spent the rest of the day in a hammock near my camp, slowly drinking myself into a sad coma. I kept a blurry eye on the people around me, hoping to see Penelope. She never came, never looked back. This was...
Prologue For the next many hours, Zack didn't have to dream of Leila the belly dancer lying naked beneath his conquering embrace, her supple body dancing them into a horizontal sweaty frazzle. He lived it... and thrice again before dawn. Woken repeatedly by Leila's whimpered pleas, Zack deferred to her specialized dexterity. He allowed Leila to warp his nak...