It was only a little knock but I felt so shaken afterwards I couldn't move. I stood at the side of the road in the pouring rain just staring at the folded trim on my car. If the other driver hadn't taken me by the arm and led me to the passenger seat of his car I would probably still be standing by the roadside now. He spoke softly, whispering reassurances t...
The message had come. "Dearest flower: I will be in Harrisburg on the morning of the 16th, you will meet me at precisely 930 am in the coffee shop in the Sheraton. W/we will discuss whether W/we are compatible and if I deem you trainable wear suitable business attire. Sir William. " The note was short and terse but full of promise. lillian was thrilled jus...
Names and locations have been changed to protect the guilty... The first time I laid eyes on Derek, I knew he was trouble. He wore trendy clothes, could make any girl smile by looking at her, and attended a small, private college in Eastern Tennessee. What's wrong with all of that? Nothing. Absolutely nothing...If he doesn't find you attractive. He had fou...
(Vikram Kak, though years' younger, became very close to me when he worked under me for two years. He is a Kashmiri, born and brought up in Delhi, lost his parents at a very young age, raised by his maternal uncle, an IITian from Delhi IIT. Being Kashmiri he has enviable flair complexion. He is tall, well built. In short he is a real 'hunk'. Many say, had he...
I walked the city streets, the cold, the wind cutting through my threadbare suit jacket as if it did not exist. As I walked, my head down, I reflected back on the day, all of the applications I had filled out soon followed by the rejections which seemed to haunt my life. Still almost eight blocks away from the solitary confinement of the room I had rented al...
Movies had always been her passion, ever since she was a little girl. She’d pretend to sleep until she was sure her parents were convinced, only to sneak back out to the living room to watch an old black and white movie on television. The women were always so glamorous, so together. Laney always wished she could be together like that. She has always been ext...
This story is fictional, though obviously inspired by reality. Many thanks to the editor for their good and important comments and feedback. Please note that the story is in English, but some of the dialogue is French. ------------------------------------------- I ran into Rachel in the Gare du Nord, literally walked into her. She was buzzing along at her...
It wasn't supposed to happen like this. How did you get here, and how did everything go so terribly wrong? Well, not wrong, you realize, just crazy. Upside down. Inside out. You remember the bar, a dive operation with dust-caked lightbulbs and cracks in the vinyl covering the barstools. The kind of place you wouldn't be surprised to meet a dealer, a strung-o...
To the reader: This series of stories is an experiment, an attempt to put in writing a game that I play with my lover. I tell her stories in bed, whisper to her, about the things that we could do, if we were the type of people to actually do them. Things like threesomes and bondage and public sex. Dangerous things, erotic things, impossible things. I set the...
I looked over at you in the early morning light that peeped through the edges of the closed curtains and cast a soft glow across the bed. Your chest rose and fell with the rhythmically breathing of a deep relaxed sleep. I smiled as I watched you sleeping so soundly. It was almost a shame to wake you up but I knew that ultimately you were going to enjoy the s...