“I think he’s signaling to you, sugar.”
I’d stopped to talk to the two guys who regularly positioned themselves at the corner of 4th Street Northwest in Albuquerque and the alley in which I temporarily resided in a cardboard carton. I hadn’t been there long following a relocation from Las Vegas and, although I’d found some work as a gofer on a high-rise construction project downtown, I didn’t have near enough funds yet to rent a room—or even to have
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I can’t really remember quite how I got interested in women’s panties, but for as long as I can remember, I have always taken the opportunity to have a sly look through various dirty laundry baskets and hope amongst hope that somewhere inside would be my treasure trove – a sexy, slinky pair of panties with the unmistakeable aroma and tell tale signs that they had been worn pretty recently.
When
My alarm.
I slapped the thing, sent it flying. Later, I’d be amazed the thing still worked. I hate alarm clocks.
I sat up on the side of my bed and adjusted my nightie. One of my nipples was peeking out. Five years ago, I’d have played with it, teased it for its indiscretion. Hell, five years ago, I probably wouldn’t have worn the nightie. And I still would have played with it.
There was something luxurious about satin sheets and my naked skin, but in the last few years
Gordon Fields sipped his Scotch and leaned back in his comfortable chair. Despite his occupation, he wasn’t a “tough guy” or a “man of the streets”. He had grown up in a nice home and he enjoyed the finer things in life. Now that he was off for a while, he had time to enjoy those things. He could indulge in good food and a fine Cuban cigar. He could have a drink or two and enjoy the company of a beautiful woman without the concern of how it would affect his
He was going to kill me.
Not merely an idle thought, but quite possibly a fact considering what I was about to do. I was treading not only the very distinct line of our abstract relationship this afternoon, but perhaps straddling the damn thing, erasing the permanent marker with the lacy tops of Chinese silk stockings, fraying the edges on the constitution of our very own sexual etiquette.
I rounded the corner with a fluttering heart beat, though a sure step; my 5 inch stilettos making a
Ann opened the drape and looked outside and everything was white. It took her back to her childhood when she eagerly anticipated the first snowfall. Oh, how she loved sledding, building snowmen, and snowball fights. Now the 37 year old housewife saw the snow as a nuisance; snow was something that made it difficult to drive and gave you a backache when you had to shovel it.
Ann was alone in the house with her 18 year old daughter Jill. Her husband, Steve, left on a business trip yesterday and
I don’t know where to start this story, sure it’s easy to say ‘just start at the beginning’, but this story really has multiple beginnings. I could agonize over which of the beginnings to ‘start’ with, but rather than doing that I think I’ll start right where I am now, at the end of the story. So where am I right now you ask, well I’m lying on my back, naked in a hotel room bed with a very attractive naked young lady laying on top of me her head on my chest kind of nuzzled under my chin. Who am
I rested my head in my hands as I stared up at the clock.
“3:48?” I muttered in disgust.
I was twelve minutes away from beginning my weekend, but it seemed as though time was grinding to a halt. I had finished with my last client an hour earlier and was simply waiting out the rest of my shift. I groaned again and looked out over the gym. To further my disappointment there were not even any half decent women to look at.
I dropped my head back into my hands, content to simply waste
There she was.
I last saw her at her daughter Alice’s 18th birthday party. I guess I was a prospective son-in-law back then.
Kathy’s birthday fell in late August, just as we were all preparing to leave our cosy little town for Universities and Colleges all across the country. There was an end of season feel in the air, happy and sad. Our lives stretched out before us, but we were losing something also. I looked around our little crowd. Some friendships would deepen over the years,
“What’s the matter with you guys? You got lead in your ass? We’re never going to win a goddamn thing if you don’t pick up your game!
Tom was screaming at the football team as they practiced for the upcoming game. His red hair glinted in the bright sunlight so that his head seemed on fire, matching his fiery temper. Most of the team looked sheepishly at me, knowing this was not their day.
“Sims, get on the bench! Tubbs, you take over! You’ve gotta be able to