"A poem about a man flashing a woman"
I'm naked and alone in the dark Watching out my hotel window at the park I'm waiting, waiting, waiting for the right moment My heart beats in anticipation As I keep my station I try, try, try to be calm and patient Then...
"A chance meeting waiting for a train..."
I stood on the freezing platform waiting for my train, the breeze blowing around me was so cold that I went and sheltered by the lift, out of the wind. A young woman in her late twenties was also standing...
"Madam X Always Gets What She Wants"
They say, ‘patience is a virtue’. Maybe so, but I was born with little patience. Time is something one can never get back and I hate wasting mine. That is why I smile when I see them. I squeeze my...
"After making a big mistake, Ben decides to go back to the bar to find Karen"
The realization of my mistake was two-fold. For one thing, paying the hooker took almost all my actual cash, and secondly I had not fulfilled my promise to Carol to pick up her sister, Karen to have sex with her....
"The Phantom meets Wanderlust"
Just shy of three hours later I pulled into driveway of the large hotel chain and stopped in the valet parking space. I waved off the bellman and opted to carry my own luggage inside and less that fifteen minutes...
"Part three of a four part series of short stories of girls becoming prostitutes"
Part 3 - Miko's StoryMiko Lee; an Oriental hotel girl; 28 years old, five foot four inches tall, with long black hair and brown eyes.My story begins, oddly enough, far away from the streets I now call home. You see,...
"An extended hotel stay introduces us to the concierge."
Monica was casually cleaning herself up, using the towel that the young woman from housekeeping had handed her. As I lay there spent from our activities, my mind was frantically trying to come up with something plausible to tell my...
"Can fact live up to fantasy?"
What had I been thinking? I thought to myself as I pulled up to the hotel. Why had I agreed to meet up with a stranger? Well maybe not technically a stranger, as we have been talking online for a few...
"Do I own the boots or do they own me?"
October 2012. Zipping up the cool leather boots to within an inch of my knee always sent a delicious shiver racing up my spine. It wasn’t just the temperature of the soft material against my bare flesh, it was what...
