Chapter One "Crap!" she mutters, slamming the washer lid shut in anger. "This is all I need today. Another problem." She stands in silence, mind racing, wondering what to do next. Baskets of laundry, begging to be clean, line the floor. Reaching for the phonebook she rifles through page after page till she reaches REPAIRMEN and rapidly slides her finger dow...
Okay, so I wasn't all that sure about Mary modelling for the Art Class. I had heard some right tales of goings on, and I didn't think she would ever handle it if they asked her to model nude. She had worked at the college for over a year now, part-time in the mornings, and had hummed and harred over putting in for the two afternoons a week when the advert wa...
Just a short account of our long weekend in our capital city. We travelled down on the Friday night and booked in at a small hotel in the outskirts of the city until the Monday. Saturday we spent sightseeing, having a good look around the sex area. We went in to several adult bookstores and sex shops where I bought several items including erotic underwear,...
This week I took a trip to the city of spires (that's Oxford for those of you that don't know) and it got me reminiscing about the student years.... Days spent panicking about overdue essays and hiding from tutors at the back of the lecture hall. Although most of my time was spent trying to discover exactly how much tequila I could stomach before ending up f...
The ball was made of clear crystal and was a perfect sphere, some nine inches in diameter, its surface reflecting the faces of the four women who sat huddled around it. Two of the women were blondes, their hair dangling in sun-bleached tresses down their backs, their blue eyes twinkling as they peered excitedly at the glass ball. Their companion, a sleek bru...
The shuttered apartment was so warm I didn't want to leave. The food was good, the conversation lively. The host was an American film critic, and I was young and ambitious and I wanted to get him onside so that maybe he would give me some freelance work writing about the movies. I was the last to leave, and we talked into the small hours. He was gay, but I k...
The members of the Sholeesa delegation were there alright. All six of them were sitting around the card table. Dirty coffee cups, half-empty whiskey bottles and filled ash trays covered the table. They were smoking cigars and holding cards in their hands. Money sat in a pile in the center of the table. The players looked up as Carla entered the room and move...
Kat pushed open the front door, to be greeted by a savoury, mouth-wateringly appetizing aroma. She carefully laid her briefcase beneath the coathooks and hung up her overcoat, walking down the hallway, past the dining room, into the kitchen. Involuntarily, her eye was drawn to the calendar on the wall, where that day's date had been heavily ringed in red and...
It was Hari Raya! A day of joy and jubilation, a festival to celebrate the end of the fasting month. This year, the girls had planned on going to each other's houses by renting a mini bus for the day. Altogether there were 6 couples, each with their boyfriends. One fine Saturday morning, they all arranged to meet at Fizah's house first, in Clementi. Hasliza...
Part One: High Speed Interview The party in Zurich had been pretty wild. Two nights of drink, drugs and dancing to fat, bass-heavy beats. I was one of the last to leave... hanging on with the hope I would meet a nice girl, leaving alone as usual. Once again my shyness and Christian upbringing had stopped me getting anywhere. Even with women that seemed to l...