Forward: This is the first chapter of a Novella (which is still in progress). It has an EXTREMELY long build up leading to oral sex, which is necessary for the plot of the Novella but may be hard to read as a short story. If you are looking for a quick build up and a big payoff this is not the story for you, if so please click out so you can find something...
"If I don't have a woman every three days or so I get a terrible headache." President John F. Kennedy Traffic was terrible. Paul had been stuck in bumper to bumper hell for over an hour, and it wasn't looking like it was going to break anytime soon. He sighed to himself running his hand through his brown hair. I need a haircut, he thought looking in the rea...
Perhaps I should explain how we first started. This is entirely true just as it happened. The first time can be truly memorable. Due to our work situation, my wife and I were unable to take an official honeymoon. We were able to take a week off when we were married, but then it was back to the grind. There was never enough time for us to take two or four w...
We agreed to meet at a hotel. He arranged the room. It was a sleazy hourly rate hotel, but that was fine for our purposes. I arrived first to doll myself up for him. He texted before coming up to the room, so I went into the bathroom for one last primp to make sure I looked just right for him. My hand shook slightly in anticipation as I reapplied some lip gl...
I had become nothing more than a reclus. Memory shot. Past gone. Waking up, I rubbed my eyes glancing at the figure next to me in bed, and got up heading towards the bathroom. It was a hotel bath, and not large by any means. I looked at myself in the mirror which cut off half way down my naked abdomen. I turned on the faucet, wetting my face, hoping to relie...
I was walking really fast, nearly running to get to the nearest restaurant. There was a mob of fans of some celebrity running around trying to find her. I personally didn't care until I found myself swarmed by the mob as they 'thought' they saw their famed celebrity. I managed to throw myself into some random sandwich store. I looked around, and I saw someon...
The street outside his apartment was quiet. The revelers had sought their own homes hours earlier, Martin's bistro was closed and the morning was well started by the time they got through the door. They had kissed most of the way to her hotel and by unspoken agreement she had packed her bags and checked out of the hotel in what seemed like one smooth motion....
One sunny day I am out for a walk in the park by my house. I come upon this couple that seem to be having an argument. I sit down and listen to them for a few minutes. The girl starts to hit the guy. The guy hits back. I walk up to him and say to him that he should not be hitting ladies and knock him out cold. I then realize that the girl was Mary-Kate Olsen...
I tried to keep the inflection out of my voice as I said goodbye, but he caught it anyway. Something about my tone or my expression, body language—whatever. My composure amazed me as I watched my stoic self from a distant emotional perch. I promised that self, that hurt and angry woman, ample time to deal with the raw feelings later. Alone. At that moment, I...
Sarah was in the hotel room doing pushups when she heard the taxi pulling up. It was a small hotel, and it was an early hour. Club must've closed late, she thought as she pushed herself up and stood. She moved into the bathroom and flicked on the light. For a moment she stared at herself, She should be getting close. Staring into her gray-blue eyes she cou...