I inherited this house from my Aunt. I remember visiting her here as a kid, but it never occurred to me that one day it would be mine. She always kept a lovely garden, and the house was always filled with fragrant fresh flowers. She was a friendly woman and company was always buzzing in and out. Today the garden was overgrown, the house was dusty, dirty, an...
I was living in a shared house with a woman and her ex-boyfriend (who had a weird thing-non-thing but he didn't say much so all was well) and we were all part of the alternative music scene in town and we had a series of parties that got odder and odder. We started with a joint birthday party in the September (and I went as a boy) and then we had a Halloween...
Life sucked. Plain and simple. Of course, for anyone looking into my fishbowl existence, I was crazy. Who the hell wouldn't want to be a successful author with a nice house and plenty of spending money? Obviously, the answer is me. I didn't want to be Courtney DeLille, inventor of Samantha St. Andrews, the heroine of Guildencrest Manor. I didn't want to be...
It was early spring, the leaves were just budding on the trees, and the weather still had a bit of a nip in it. The sun was shining though and it seemed like a good day for a drive. He had just cleaned up the car. He liked to call it "his little pony", black mustang convertible, with all the toys to go with it. He stopped to buy her favorite bottle of wine a...
After a fun, boisterous luau at Germaine's, my friend and I take a quiet walk up to the tropically humid, leaf-carpeted Bamboo Forest. As we stroll along making idle conversation, my mind begins to key in on the sensuality of your voice. My eyes take in your sexy swagger in your walk. My nose inhales the enticing scent of your cologne before I realize that I...
It's Friday night, I have a date. I need to get ready. The clothes I've been wearing today are already in the hamper. I stand naked and look at myself in the mirror - from the front; from the rear. I need to pluck. Eyebrows, nipples, lip, it doesn't take long. Apply a depilatory for my legs and bikini line. I want to be smooth but not hairless. I like...
Rose turned off the ignition and smiled. It was a warm spring day and she had driven to her favourite beach for the first sunbathing session of the year. She popped open the boot and took out her beach bag. When she reached the sands Rose was pleased to see that she was alone, although an abandoned rubber dinghy suggested recent activity. She put down her t...
Description: A young couple flirts with a fantasy. Melissa at the bar alone, knowing that it's too late to turn back and Brian nervously waits for her to come home. ***** Brian reaches for his phone. No response. Melissa should have been home hours ago. He sets his phone down and reaches for a cigarette, taps in the table and reaches for his lighter. Light...
Tuesday August 6, 1985 7:10 PM The cheap, tinny doorbell rang and Ronnie walked straight in without waiting for Sophie to answer. In near see-through, pink penior pajamas, Sophie strode from her bedroom door to stand a foot in front of him. A forced smile decorated her face. "I told you I was in a hurry, Sophie," scowled Ronnie. He started unbuttoning his...
Chapter 8 DANNY & TESSA Two days later, Danny came home and was greeted by Tessa with a martini and a long, wet kiss. "Sure is nice to be home," he said with a wide grin. "I missed you, sweetheart," his lovely wife cooed. Danny took a sip of his martini and offered it to Tessa on seeing that she didn't have one. Tessa accepted it and took a small sip. "I...