Peter loved Paris. It was the city of love, and even if he had come here alone, even if during his whole two weeks here nothing exciting had happened to him, he still loved the city. It was so old, so full of culture and history. It had meaning, it had depth. It had things in it Peter's life had never had. Peter was thirty five years old now. He had failed...
Mandy's idea was to have me hire her out to a bachelor party where she could pop out of a cake. We'd been playing around with showing her off for a couple months, going out to bars with her in short skirts and no underwear - that kind of stuff. This was something else, again. She was going to wear a G-string, and dance on the table. Just to make it safe, she...
Angel closes her eyes, her heart still pounding from the odd situation she had just found herself in with her driver. Jack seemed almost as conflicted as she was, but for his own different reasons. She worries that when Daddy finds out she didn't do as he wished she will be in trouble. She pouts a little at the thought. He had said to do whatever Jack tol...
It's my turn to pick a place for our weekend date. I've heard of a funky new restaurant that's opened up that not too many people know about, including you. I dress carefully for you. I put on my sexy black lace push up bra, black lace suspender belt and thigh high pantyhose. I put on my new short black skirt, and tight button up red shirt, which shows my l...
'He's a bloody arrogant wanker -- and I'm fed up with him and his attitude.' Michelle took another swig from the bottle of Corona. Already into her sixth drink, she leant against the pool table for support. 'You're right, Shellie,' Karen said as she lined up the pool cue to take another shot. She had to close one eye to focus on the yellow half hidden behin...
It was their twenty-eighth anniversary, and the first time they'd been out together dancing in so many years that neither remembered the last time. Not that they led a boring life or anything..., they just hadn't danced. The lessons were really weird at first. A bunch of losers trying to impress each other. Mike and Jan almost quit the first night, but their...
The only customer on a drowsy Sunday afternoon, the tall man in the cowboy hat and Western shirt was idly lagging the cue-ball up and down the table at "Redsticks", a billiards lounge on the Airline in Baton Rouge, when she came in and strolled over to the bar. A voluptuous woman, dressed much better than the pool-chickies who generally frequented this place...
Like a battlefield, the green felt table waited. On a plain where countless skirmishes have been won and lost, two pairs, both made up of one guy and one girl, prepare to make friendly war on each other. The social aspect of the game is enough to offset the lust for victory, although all of them know that as the night progresses, missed shots will grow more...
DATELINE: Central Aegean Sea. Cyclades Islands. Mykonos. Greece April 16th 2004. A picture postcard sun set slowly yesterday over this picturesque island. I am here trying to earn my living. I don’t remember how I stumbled into freelance travel writing, but here I am, twenty years on. I’m here pursuing a paycheck from travel pieces promoting the opening of...
I felt lonely last night. My daughter was with her father, and none of my online friends were on. I watched TV till 1:00 am and as I could not sleep, I decided to go get some fresh air. I quickly got dressed, grabbed my phone, and left. It was actually kind of warm and muggy, but the sky was clear. I walked to the old picnic table in the woods. I sat on...