Finding a place in the city is rough sometimes for a good place honestly and I spent two years in a real shitty studio apartment with not even a laundry room in the building and just no room or increasingly no room. And my luck turned around after I won money. Seriously there's a 50-50 draw at work and just sort of on a whim I put my name in and I won. Not...
Rose ran a Tea Room on the fringes of the Garden District, within a short distance to Storyville and the French Quarter. Both neighborhoods contributed to her business success. From mid-morning to mid-afternoon, Rose would entertain the wealthy ladies of the Garden District. Her tables were always full, partly owing to the variety of coffees and teas that R...
It is Winter 1966. When five couples find themselves stranded at a remote high class inn by extreme weather conditions, they amuse each other by relating stories of an erotic nature, as well as taking part in all kinds of private and group sexual activities. The Host had told of a birthday orgy involving a current top film star, the Theatre Company Manager...
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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 stared at her for all of five minutes as she walked past me. Alexandria Carter. The most beautiful woman I had ever seen, aside from myself of course. She was working in the food court of the mall, and Josh and I just happened to be in the mall that Saturday to catch a movie for the first time in months. He was sitting to my left devouring his all chic...
This is a story of my creation. I made the names up, and they are not based on 'real' people. Also, thank you, Lady Catie, for all your help! **** Katie Wilson let out a frustrated groan when she looked at her watch. It was six o'clock, and her boyfriend, Tommy, was no where to be seen. Katie shivered as she looked around the deserted library parking lo...
I stood in front of the imposing door, my hands visibly shaking, my mind running rampant, my thoughts a jumble as I opened it. The front of the building had only the number of the business adorning it, no letters, no writing, nothing to indicate what it was. Now that I think back on it, I can understand why. Walking in, there was a single desk, a very attra...
Growing light, coming out of the long sleep. Lobsang wasn't sure how long he'd been unconscious after the crash: it must have been days. It was a twenty by thirty room he found himself in, dank and fetid with the stink of several unwashed men. A distance light source, that grudgingly illuminated. A face noticed he was awake. An older face, creased and wrin...
Wednesday morning I was back at work, behind my desk that was piled high with files. Several documents needed a revision before being sent out for signatures and I spent the morning crossing "T's" and dotting "I's." Carla, my secretary, went to make copies and fax them to other law firms across the country while I dug into the little fridge I kept in my offi...