I’d been working as a doorman of this club called The Loft for two years now. It was a good job. Good pay, $30 an hour. Flexible hours so I could study during the week, I typically only worked Friday, Saturday and Sunday nights. People always asked, doesn’t it suck having to work every weekend while they got to drink? Not really. I was used to working weeken...
Kelli looked up at the clock. 7 o'clock. Ugh. The opening band, Darkness Descends was probably getting on stage now. For the thousandth time this summer, she cursed herself for taking classes. It's not like she was in a hurry to get out of college. Because of these two classes, and the projects due in each by the end of the week, her roommate, Beth, had to t...
Kelsey found herself in a bit of a predicament. Her matchmaking instincts wanted to see Barbara and Koop together, but a relationship hadn't blossomed. Instead, Barbara was hot and heavy with Koop's teenaged neighbor, and worse, Koop didn't know about it. He knew Richie and Kelsey got together occasionally, but he didn't have a clue about the Richie/Barbara...
Walking up the wide carpeted staircase to his first floor bedroom Adrian was pleased that his room was in the annex rather than in the adjacent anonymous identikit modern hotel. The annex must originally have been a private house; Edwardian probably. Over the years it had been extended and modified in a rather ad hoc idiosyncratic sort of manner giving the b...
I hope you have enjoyed reading as much as I have enjoyed telling my story. Are you ready to hear the rest of the evenings delights? Master had his driver, yes, he had a driver in front, his Hummer was really a limo with the cab completely separated from the rear compartment. Well, he hit the intercom and told his driver to take us to his apartment. He tol...
"I don't understand why I can't stay with you in Philadelphia," I said, trying to keep the whine out of my voice. Of course, I knew precisely why I couldn't, but I wanted him to say it. I wanted Larry to clear the air and admit to me that he had a family to go to in Philadelphia. I don't know what I'd do then—or what he'd do with the truth out in the open—bu...
This is the continuation of the stories "The New Matilde" and "The New Matilde - 11 Months Later". 1. Friday, May 15th: It's Friday, 4.15 p.m. and I'm exhausted. Exactly as exhausted as you'd be if you just spent a week on a field trip with 23 13-year-olds in the countryside in Jutland. The last two days I was alone with them, as my colleague Anders ha...
A blank white page on my computer screen, waiting for my thoughts, my words. I stare at it, and then...the faintest glimmerings of a naked woman. Wait, what? Why is there a naked woman rising out of the whiteness? This isn't photographic paper bathing in developer. And yet the woman is appearing, rising out of nothingness, at first an aberration, a mirage...
When she turned 18, a mere two weeks ago, she fled her native pack because the single wolves had become ravenous. She thought that she was saving herself by racing off into the forests, but instead she woke up here, behind the white door—locked in an empty room with white walls and white wood panel flooring, like a padded cell minus the padding. It was unner...
Chloe, a lingerie model in pursuit of her wilder side submitted herself to the hands of tattoo artists at a tattoo convention. In chapter 1, she was bound to a pole and thoroughly fucked before nine tattoos were placed all over her back and face. When she woke up from the pain and pleasure that had her pass out, she felt relieved, believing it was over. Howe...