I had been working as a student teacher in Japan for seven months, as part of a one-year placement for my Masters Degree in Oriental Studies. Originally stationed in Osaka, which is a busy and sprawling Metropolis, I was now based on a remote island off the coast of the Inland Sea, where I was expected to see the year out. The contrast to the city was astoni...
I returned home from work to find yet another manila envelope with a Milwaukee cancellation in my mailbox. Thinking back on the previous photographic surprises I had found inside similar envelopes sent from Milwaukee, I smiled greatly. Once inside, I made a pot of coffee, then sat at the table with the mail, reading a letter from a longtime friend and sort...
Lawrence Richards was in a bad mood. He was a fine art photographer who specialised in landscape and architecture, but like most artists, he was struggling to make ends meet. Now, he had had to resort to wedding photography to pay the bills and he hated it. Shooting weddings reminded him of crucifixion except that it was slower and more painful, and to add i...
There's a woman I see once in a while when I'm out looking for landscapes to photograph. We say hello and pass to go our separate ways, the two of us alone, out walking. She always catches my eye, pretty, nicely dressed, bright eyes that take me in in just a glance before she's gone. I look forward to seeing her while I'm out. One morning she stops me. "Hi...
Louis Gosset checked the time on his wristwatch for the umpteenth time, sighed, and then reached for his glass of Bacardi. He occupied a table at the back corner of the restaurant/pub he was in. From where he sat by the window he had an open view of the street and sidewalk. As he sipped his drink, he kept glancing out the window, hoping to catch sight of his...
I had anticipated a surprise from Carla, but not something so quickly. Within a week of my little voyeuristic experience, watching her on a phone sex call and getting caught in the process I found a note on my desk from her. Not entirely sure what to expect, I carefully opened the envelope and pulled out the note, noticing what appeared to be a photograph fa...
The scene is a large, comfortable, characterless room in a large, comfortable, characterless hotel, somewhere in continental Europe. The clothes and other items visible in the room suggest a single, male occupant. The shower is running. The television is on, with the sound quite low. On the bed is a magazine, open at its centre pages. The room's tenant emer...
Chapter 02 -- Finding a Guy (Please read Part I) Jason's wife has given him a reason to redouble his weight loss efforts. She offered up his dream as a carrot for his weight loss program. If he can step on a scale and have it read 240, Rebecca will fulfill his fantasy of seeing another man fuck her. After two months of minimal effort Jason had lost ten pou...
Glen Potter was about to have a day that would rock his world. Something was about to happen that was so sudden, so unlikely and unexpected that even when he got home that night, he still couldn't quite get his head around it. He had started a window cleaning round when he lost his job with a firm of builders for 'borrowing' a couple of bags of cement. He d...
It had been somewhat of a revelation to Sal, how much she had enjoyed being naked at the photography class and being seen by others. It had surprised her, and she had thought again and again about it. The idea of doing the same again, perhaps in different surroundings kept coming to her. It was her thought in bed, whilst her fingers played. Were there other...