Chapter 7: Kira at Venezia Carnival After a month in France, Kira was overjoyed to fly back to India and be reunited with her Indian husband Kyrhan. India and especially her husband were now the main axles of her life. Her French husband, Dan, was another central part of her life but Kyrhan had clearly taken the upper position. He was so self asserting, so...
February was never a painful month for Martha. She had never gone sour and unsatisfied in the 25 years of her existence; not for a day, not for a month and especially not in February. If ever there was any pain at all in February, it resulted from the vigorous and untiring lovemaking her lover's subjected her to. And no valentine's day ever went wasted. Once...
Lance strolled idly down the street, lost in his own thought as the merrymakers at the carnival flowed around him like different currents in a sea of humanity. Bright balloons strained at their tethers, children laughed, and parents scrambled to keep up with their hyperkinetic offspring. Lance, however, wasn't as happy as they were. His girlfriend had broken...
The carnival sprang up like an exotic weed overnight at the edge of town, while the good folks of Zachariah were sleeping. The tiers of its brightly hued tents crept up right between the rusty water tower and the long-abandoned grain silo of Banter's Farm. In the chill hours before dawn, up went the symmetrical mechanical glory of the Ferris wheel, the daunt...
Mike had never thought of art galleries as a place to meet women. Hell, Mike thought about art galleries as little as possible. The Vallejo/Frazetta exhibit at the Tucson Museum of Fine Arts was a rare exception to the rule. Mike enjoyed fantasy-oriented art, and Vallejo was his favorite artist. There would be paintings by other, lesser-known artists as wel...
I woke up in the morning dreading the next day. Not only did I not have my homework done, I just knew I would run into Jonathan. He called me all night and all night I ignored his calls. There wasn't anything he could say that would make what he did any better. I looked at the door when it opened. "Good morning," whispered my mother, still wearing her robe...
Crossdressing sissy Terilyn Bardot arrived at the adult arcade around 6:10 p.m. The city was having some kind of carnival on the waterfront, and so most of the parking spaces were gone. Teri went in and stripped to just a 2 piece bikini and her high heels. She freshened up her hot red Revlon lipstick and greased up her anus with Vaseline. Then she waited. An...
Carnival is a little annual event in Austin. I was totally unprepared for the levels of unfettered abandon. This was where people could dress up and lose themselves. Perry was my date for the evening, he was a carnival veteran which put me at ease. At his urging, I was dressed up in a black and white corset and a poofy little skirt which made the most of my...
It started early in the morning, but I'd been warned well in advance and come prepared. I had brought the ugliest tie I owned back to Cologne from Chicago just for the occasion. I had worn it to the client that morning, walking the mile and a half from my flat. It was Mardi Gras in Cologne, called Carnival. Sylvia and Gloria, the two secretaries assigned t...
There are moments in the night when the brain is neither wake nor asleep, when the mind wonders listlessly in a shallow sleep. It was here where Tom's brain drifted. It had been a long day and he wanted nothing more than to slip into a deep, dreamless sleep. It was all he could think about as he and Aresta walked back to his apartment in a state of total ex...