En un mundo lleno de gente que busco dinero y que quiere salir de sus propios menesteres. Un conjunto de juegos y programas de concursos comenzaron a existir en la vida cotidiana de la gente. El estado ante esta gran ola de quejas por los juegos y programas saca leyes que les dan un horario de tv expecifico y que los deja fuera de toda ley siempre y cuando l...
Como otras muchas noches después de cenar mi esposa se queda en el salón mirando la tele, uno de esos programas que a mi no me gustan en absoluto. Mientras, yo estoy en otra habitación charlando en un chat de contactos. Mi esposa y yo somos swingers desde hace tiempo y algunas noches me gusta entrar en algún chat con la intención de encontrar chicos para fut...
El entretenimiento ha revolucionado. Ya no se buscan programas donde se realizan entrevistas a famosos o concursos donde se pone a prueba el conocimiento. La gente busca la humillación. Un grupo de famosas españolas, cansadas de no aparecer en TV y que sean ignoradas, se les ocurre crear una empresa de lucha libre, pero haciendolo mas picante. Todos los comb...
Un dia, un hombre conoció a una mujer en Argentina... Once upon a time, a man met a woman in Argentina... As the airliner was on its approach to the airport in Buenos Aires, Bradley Taylor looked out at the metropolis below. It was a huge city — as one would expect, since almost half of Argentina's population lived in the greater Buenos Aires vicinity. Th...
[There is no explicit sex in this story. My intention is to elicit an emotional response from the reader. Please let me know with votes and comments how well I succeeded.] * When Josh's Mom decided her boy needed to learn to play the piano he was seven. She found and bought a used upright, installing it in the family living room. Over three months she str...
The rain fell in sheets in Little Rock on a bleak late August evening. Betty Atkinson perched on a stool behind the desk of the Hotel Aragon, blankly watching old sitcoms on the flickering TV behind the counter. She poured another cup of coffee and flicked an ash from her Virginia Slim. A couple of old men sat in the lobby, staring blankly ahead in their w...
(Three short short stories in the vein of Edgar Allan Poe to pay tribute to that master of literary horror stories on the 7 October anniversary of his death in 1849) The Rächer For the horrific tale I am about to narrate, I neither expect nor solicit sympathy or expiation, but compelled to tell it I am, as it is with me every waking moment. Would that I co...
'Who am I tonight?' Vanessa Jackman asked, as Jacko, her husband of almost 20 years, lined up his fat cock with the entrance to her slick hole. 'Well, I was thinking perhaps Meryl Streep. But I saw her the other day. At least I'm pretty sure that it was her. And she's quite a bit older than you think.' 'They're all quite a bit older than you think, Jacko....
I arrive from work in my best suit, tired from the commute but looking forward to seeing you, and as I slip quietly in the front door, I can hear the sounds of the Adagio from Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata being played on the piano in the living room. I walk slowly over to you, say nothing, but place my hands on your neck and give a little squeeze - you turn...
Monica Bellucci, one of Italy’s most stunning women was talking, with Bella de Vecchi, curator, and the wife of Leo de Vecchi, owner of the De Vecchi’s Gallery. Bella was introducing her their art collection. While they were talking, a gorgeous man in dark Persol glasses strode out of the room. He was clad in sporty black wool stretch racing ensemble, leathe...