by Luna_lit & PhoenixPrime01 "Here, let me help you with those." Polly turned her head in the direction of the low male voice. "Oh, hi." She smiled and allowed him to take a couple of her grocery bags. She saw him almost every Thursday evening at the store; at the deli counter, the aisles or the checkout. As their faces had become familiar to each other...
"I'll fucking kill you, bitch – mother fucker!" Galina stomped her boots, laces undone and the boot neck rolled down, onto the hard frozen slash on the sidewalk. She was wearing panty hoses that let her skin shimmer through, black hot pants, and a wide open black trench coat. The bottoms of the trench coat fluttered in the icy air. Her lips were painted red...
For the first time ever, I've decided to re-write a story. I did submit this story a few months back, and I admit that I rushed it. It also didn't read very well. Anyway, I've sat and thought it through a bit better this time, also listing out all of the girls I met. Hopefully this time, I'll give you a better insight into the world of prostitution from a cu...
Drusilla stood at the terminal almost bouncing with excitement. She hadn't seen Sean in almost 3 months and the prospect of not only having him back in her bed but physically back in her life in general, caused a giddy fluttering in her stomach. The arrival board showed that his plane had landed almost 20 minutes ago. Quickly she checked her make up in a chr...
"OK," I answered. "Which nights?" Elle named a weekend about three weeks away. "Anything else?" I asked. "No, you just get the hotel room. I'll take care of the rest." We had been seeing each other for almost a year, so I recognized that mischievous smile. She wasn't going to say anything more no matter how I begged, so I let the matter drop. Not that...
I looked ahead at the woman rolling her overstuffed suitcase across the tarmac and wondered how she planned on getting it up the stairs to the terminal. I wasn't entirely sure how she had managed to get it through security, or the gate attendants, or to overcome the physics of making it fit into the overhead of the plane. But here she was, experiencing the j...
On my way home from work I receive a text message notification. While sitting at a red light, I slide my phone open and see a text message from a good friend of mine. Her and I have similar personalities and often think alike. "Dancing tonight?" the text message reads. "My thoughts exactly." I reply before the light turns green. I drive down the road an...
If perfect grammar is your thing, this story may not be. It was my first attempt at a kind of "stream of consciousness" flow, so I took some liberties with the punctuation. I fantasize more in words than images, so this is what happens when it comes out on the page. If you like it please let me know…vote! ******************* Art History at 7 AM. Who am I...
You are sitting at your desk on the phone with a customer and you look at your computer and see that you have new email and it is from me. You open it and find that I'm asking if you have a few minutes to discuss a presentation that we need to collaborate on for a meeting that is coming up soon. You respond back that you are on a conference call for about...
Chapter One Joyce never failed to make his heart jump whenever he saw her and he made it a point to see her as often as he could. They worked in the same building and on the same floor and nothing made his day more complete than when he could have coffee with her. She wasn't aware of his feelings for her but she liked him and saw him as a good friend. She w...