Rubies are Red. Part 21. Paul. I sat with my back to the wall beside the door, my revolver on the floor by my side. The city was quiet at last. Louise and Heather lay fully clothed on the beds and Howie on the floor across the French windows. I had tried to sleep there for an hour but it had been no good so I had offered to relieve Howie from his stint of...
"Oh my my, oh hell yes, honey put on that party dress," my best friend Carrie said. She'd been quoting Tom Petty all day, and it was starting to get just the teensiest bit irritating. We were getting ready for the concert, and she was determined to dress me "slutty" from her own personal wardrobe. Because Carrie was about two sizes smaller than me, all her...
"I'm not drunk you know." "I know, sweetie," I said without looking over at her at all. She was drunk. "I'm just...tipsy! Like...pleasantly...buzzing, y'know?" "Uh-huh." She was drunk. "Bzzzzzzzz! Bzzzzzzzzz! Bzzzzzzzz!" "Stop that or I'll swat you," I deadpanned. Darcy didn't really drink that often so it didn't take all that much to pretty well do her...
"I'm your girlfriend's pinch hitter tonight," she said to me, sliding in next to my barstool, her tits rubbing against my forearms and diverting my attention from the Orioles game on the television screen above the taps. And, yes, they were losing. I recognized her, albeit vaguely. Not that she was hard on the eyes, mind you, but she was one of those women...
"Wow," Luxury thought. "Another beautiful day at the beach." Luxury always loved the summer time, warm breezes, hot bodies, and cold margaritas. "Doesn't get any better than this." she thought with a smile. Luxury always loved soaking in up the sun on those long lazy days. She loved the feel of warm sand between her toes. She always loved the attention she g...
Dear Reader, The fact that you're seeing these words means that I can count you as one of my readers, so let me take this opportunity to say, "Thank You." We writers write because we have to, because the story ideas bounce around in our heads until they begin to coalesce and the characters start talking to each other and finally we've got to get them out of...
Sabine had just finished her second year of college and was off for the summer. Because her parents did not have a lot of money she had to find a job, which she did, at a local office. After she had been there a couple of weeks she heard some of the other women talking about the boss. It seems that he had been offering some of the women $500 to undress in f...
This is the true story of my experiences with my new girl friend. She contacted me with a short email through a dating site called Emode. We'd exchanged emails for a week, two or three each day. After almost a week we talked on the phone. I wasn't a current member of the site at the time, but resubscribed so I could get her compatibility rating. 94%! Hmmm,...
Claire stared at her black patent leather Mary James against the stark white marble tiles that seemed to stretch from beneath her feet to the ceiling. His words echoed off the cold walls but her heart was pounding so loudly in her chest that she barely heard them. Until his hands on her shoulders pushed her down to sit upon the edge of the tub. He shook hi...
Lorraine was the village beauty: radiant hair, fabulous figure, laughter like a thousand wind chimes, and a smile that put the sun to shame. All the men wanted her. But only John, brooding, dark, John, had her. They married not too early, not too late, and their young daughter Jenny took after her mother: care-free and beautiful. John's brooding had become...