This all started out as a drunken dare. Suzi and I had been drinking at the hotel bar as a particularly poor cabaret act tried to entertain the hotel residents. It was a sub par performance from the act, which was surprising as most of the acts on Tenerife are usually very entertaining. Now I was fully aware of how bad the entertainment was, and although th...
The next morning was fantastic. Paul fucked Anji and Rose. Rose then made a delicious breakfast. Their flight was booked for twelve-thirty. They met Jane at the Airport. They ordered lunch and Champagne on the plane, apart from Anji who wanted to sleep. The stewardess made a bed for her at the rear of the aircraft. Anji whispered to Paul, "I'm exhausted. I n...
It was at the gallery that I first saw Chloe. She was sitting alone in the corner of the cafe, perusing the exhibition catalogue intently, her coffee neglected. Her eyes were firmly fixed on the woodblock prints as she turned the pages deliberately. "This is a pretty good display of the art of ukiyo-e, or Japanese woodblock prints" I blurted, no longer able...
Deacon clenched his fist, enjoying the temporary relief as he heard his knuckles crackle. He stretched his fingers admiring them temporarily. They were different from that of normal men. Long and thin, but not disfigured in any sense. Delicate, would be a word to describe such hands. Elegant perhaps would also be another word associated with it. Deacon stare...
Another boring day cleaning rooms, picking up after the rich and yes even the famous. It’s not a glamorous job in fact it stinks! It’s like cleaning up after children all day long, very wealthy children that leave very large messes behind. There are rare occasions that do brighten my day and this is a story about one of those occasions. It happened recently...
Rick stood by his bedroom window gazing outside, a pained look on his face. The sunny suburban scene outside was picturesque but he could care less. All he could feel was the slight thump of his head. He hated Mondays, and the reality of a weekend ended. Last night was still a blur and not at all surprising as he had had one beer too many. It was the first t...
I would like to thank "the-apocalypse" for proofreading my story. He has been of great help. My name is John; and I am a retired widower. I live in a very rural area in the Northern part of the United States. When my granddaughter, Mary, and my son-in-law Jim, were just married I had taken it upon myself to teach them the joys of variety in their private s...
Alan’s flashlight cut through the dust and gloom of the old attic, illuminating in small portions boxes and other sundry stored for no one knew how long. He had come to this house before, the first time as a teenager looking for a place to be alone. When he was told this house, only a couple of miles from his home, was part of the family estate, he investiga...
Natalie waited for him at a café in the Latin Quarter. She had hardly any money in her purse, so when the waiter came to her table, she only ordered an espresso. The waiter curled the sides of his mouth downwards in distaste – he realised she intended to spend very little money while taking up an entire table right in the busy part of the afternoon. She shi...
East Syracuse, New York Early Morning Chi drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, frowning at the fuel gage as she coasted down Ridgewood's slope. The village of East Syracuse was small but hilly and her V10 swallowed more gas than a dyslexic hooker in a donkey show chugging her way up the ladder to frat parties and military barracks work. If Hell was...